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Her brows shoot up. "Why are you asking about something like that?"
"Two girls at school were talking about one at a club in New Jersey."
"Yeah, so?" A tinge of worry laces her tone.
I shrug. “We’re about the same size, right? Can you to lend me something really sexy?” I own nice clothes, but nothing that would be considered sexy. Romeo once told me that he’d fix that when we were married. “I want my wife to show off her tits and ass. I want men to see what great pussy I’m getting.” I cringe at the memory.
“Oh, God. You’re not thinking of selling your virginity, are you?"
I nod, even though hearing my friend say aloud what I'd been thinking sends a shiver of doubt through me.
Kate moves toward me, taking both my hands and squeezing them as she stares at me. "That is stupid and dangerous. I know you're trying to save up money, but surely, there's another way."
I appreciate having Kate as my friend. She doesn't know the details about my Family. Even so, the Fiori name is known. It’s like how everyone knows the name Gotti. Most people outside The Family who learn my last name get nervous and shy away. But Kate doesn’t. I’m not sure whether that’s because she doesn’t care or she just doesn’t realize who my Family is. Perhaps it’s selfish of me not to find out for sure, but she’s my best, my only friend and the only link to a world outside of my Family. All she knows is that my family is strict and is forcing me to marry. She doesn’t understand how that can happen. Sometimes, she suggests going to her father for help. But the last thing I need is to bring someone in law enforcement into my Family. That would be a death sentence for us all.
"I don't see how I can make the amount of money I need in the two months that I have."
"Look, Elena, I'm not a prude, so I'm not going to tell you to wait until marriage to give away your virginity. But you should wait to give it to somebody who deserves it. Selling your virginity… that seems like a horrible sacrifice just to make money."
"Either I sell it myself, or my father is giving it to a man who won't be worthy. I value my freedom more than my virginity. And at least this way, I am in charge of my life. I'm making the choice to sell my virginity." I know I'm working hard to justify this decision, and at the same time, it makes perfect sense. I am desperate to avoid marrying Romeo. I'm desperate to leave the life that I was born into, the life my father is planning to sell me into.
"What happens if it doesn't work? What if you can't get away or your father hunts you down?"
It's something I have to consider. My father married my sister off to an old man in Italy. He could do the same to me. Maybe he’d have me killed. I imagine selling my virginity is worse than what Lucia did with the man she loved. What I know for sure is that Romeo won't want me if I'm not a virgin. At this point, the other consequences are worth the risk.
"This is my only shot. Will you help me?"
She releases my hands with a sigh. "Yes, fine. Come on." She leads me to her bedroom and opens her closet.
I step up to it, going through the various dresses hanging there. I pull out a blood-red dress that looks too small to cover a body. It’s definitely a dress designed to lure men.
I hold it up. "How about this one?"
She shakes her head, taking the dress from me and hanging it up. "You're selling your virginity. You need to look like a virgin. On you, that dress would make it look like you can fuck your way through the whole club."
Kate pulls out a cream-colored dress. "This is the dress of a virgin. The shade will match your skin tone perfectly.”
The dress reminds me of a style I wore as a little girl with a square neckline, short sleeves, and a high-waisted skirt that flares out from a tighter bodice. The fabric is plain. No embellishments. No texture.
“It looks like something a child would wear.”
“It’s called a baby doll style. Men don’t just want virgins. They want young ones. It’s creepy.”
I take the dress to try it on. It’s short, reaching almost to mid-thigh. The bodice is snug enough to hint at cleavage without actually showing it.
“I look?—”
“Like a virgin. See how crazy this is? Seriously, Elena, there has to be something else you can do. Move in with me.”
I love her for her support. “I can’t. I’d just be forced home, and then you’d be dragged into my family drama.” I turn back to the mirror. “How should I wear my hair?”
For a moment, she only stares at me, and I think she’s going to stop helping. “Down. And not too much makeup. Here.” She leads me to her bathroom and helps me finish getting ready.
When she’s finished, she studies the results. “I have some heels that would work. That’s the one area where you might consider looking sexy. I think I wear a half-size bigger than you, but try these.” She hands me a pair of high-heeled sandals with thin straps the same color as the dress.
“Thank goodness I recently had a pedicure,” I quip as I put them on. I stand, studying myself in the mirror. Does this convey a sexy virgin?
"The only thing you have to do now is look innocent, which in your case, won't be too hard."
