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Out of everyone in the kitchen, I seem the most excited. Maybe they don’t know what goes on behind closed doors, when I’m alone with Enzo. If they did, they would understand why I’m so excited just to be cutting a tomato. Heck, they’d probably let me do all the work just so I would have one day of peace. That would be nice.
I’m humming to myself as I cut up some potatoes to boil when I hear Enzo’s voice. My mood suddenly changes and I can’t breathe. He’s coming to take me back to my room, isn’t he? He’s talking on the phone to someone as he pokes his head in the kitchen before heading upstairs. I take a deep breath and adjust the grip on the knife I’m holding—the same one I’d love to stab Enzo with if I could get away with it. My hands suddenly feel weak and I can’t focus on the task in front of me.
"Are you okay, Miss?" Chloe asks.
"Never been better. I am just excited for the occasion."
"So am I. Wow, look at you, darling. Perfectly blended in with the staff but of course, you are the prettiest," Enzo says with a ridiculous laugh. Guess he decided to turn around just to make my life miserable.
He comes to stand behind me, his hands on my waist. I try to keep a smile on my face, but it’s getting harder. He turns my head and forces a kiss to my lips. I let him kiss me as I tighten my grip on the knife. I’m gripping it so hard, my hand actually hurts. Pushing back thoughts of stabbing him, I set it down when he releases me.
"You, my dear, will be joining me for the meal so whatever you are doing, do it quickly. We don't have all day. I am going to get you something to wear. I expect to find everything ready by then. That's three hours, or four at most."
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Time seems to fly by when I am doing something fun that doesn't have anything to do with Enzo. Everything is ready by the time he returns. A lot can be achieved when fear is involved and that's one thing the staff and I have in common.
"Everleigh, come with me," he shouts headed to the staircase. I drop everything I am doing, dry my hands, then follow the voice.
"See you around, guys," I say, waving at a distance and they all wave back at me. It breaks my heart knowing that I might not see them any time soon.
I run after seeing Enzo standing on the landing looking at me.
"Take that shit off. You look like a fucking beggar," he says, looking at me in disgust when I approach him. I want to say something since he’s the one that told Chloe to have me in a uniform, but I don’t. I don’t want to find out how he would punish me. Better to just be silent.
He is holding a fancy bag in his right hand. Please don't be anything revealing. I pray looking at the bag while following Enzo to my room.
He has not been in contact with Chloe since she let me out. That means, she too is entrusted with a key and is the only other person allowed to come in here. Why have I never noticed it until now? Would telling Chloe what happens to me in here convince her to free me? But even if she could let me out of the mansion, leaving the compound would be impossible. Plus, Enzo would kill her if I went missing.
"My guests will be here within the next hour. Put this on and the shoes you wore to the casino."
I take the bag and peek inside. All I see is white.
He holds both my shoulders and locks his eyes with mine. "Listen and listen carefully. Our guests are people who want to start a project that involves saving girls like you and molding them into presentable public figures. You will be the evidence that such projects work because I have turned you into this admirable, fine, young woman. I don't know why they need reassurance but I want you to be on your best behavior. Today, you don't have to wait for my permission to talk. You can freely talk but say only the things that I would want you to say. Are we clear?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now fix yourself up and do something about those eyes. No makeup, though. I don't want them thinking you are hiding something under your concealers and lipstick. Don't dare think of doing anything stupid. Remember it will be just you and I once they are gone.
"I won't."
"Good girl. Now dress up and get beautiful for me."
He doesn't lock the door after walking out. He looks kind of scared. Maybe our guests are the type of people who would have your ass in jail if they found out what you have been using me for. You are afraid I might do something that might give it all away. What if I just....no, no, no, no. I am not sure that’s who they really are. I cannot take any chances but whoever they are, they sure have his tail coiled to his belly.
It makes sense why he was so kind to me today. I will be the reason he pockets a big fat check and he thinks I will screw it up. I mean I kind of want to screw it up, but it might cost me my life. That will have to wait for another day.
Iopen the bag and gingerly take the dress out. My jaw hits the floor when I take it all in. This is the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen or worn or even held in my hands. I actually can’t wait to wear it, even if it is for Enzo.
Showering quickly, I dry off with a smile, just thinking about slipping on the gorgeous dress. I find lingerie in the bag to wear. Silk bra and panties, navy in color and so soft. The bra is a little small, but I’m wondering if that is on purpose. I leave it on, it will have to do. The thong panties fit like a glove and make me feel pretty, it’s too bad I’m wearing them for a monster. I take a deep breath as I slip the white masterpiece on.
Igasp when I look in the mirror. The snow white ankle length dress is breath taking. It’s off the shoulder dress, but shows no cleavage, while forming a beautiful arc from shoulder to shoulder leaving my neck to stand out. It has long sleeves with lace. It’s form fitting, hugging my curves in all the right places with a slit that goes all the way up to my hip, but still lets me hide my unmentionables. I twirl around and laugh. I love this dress. Sexy and refined.
With the six-inch heels and silver earrings, my hair perfectly curled and wavy, no make up, I still feel like a beauty queen, only the crown is missing.
I turn countless times in front of the full length mirror opposite the door and with each turn, I feel prouder of my body and confident with who I am. Everything Enzo has been making me go through momentarily fades away. He said it himself—today is all about me.
I confirm there are no bruises visible on my face and every other exposed part. The shower helped with fixing my eyes, that is no longer a concern. I sit on the bed before he can walk in to find me admiring myself and say something that will ruin the rest of my day.
