Chapter 101 Xxviii

• Sasha
• The knock came shortly after seven. I shuddered at the sound, even though I knew who was behind the door. "Come in." I remained in front of the mirror, offering another glare at the woman staring back at me. She was refined, beautiful in ways the young Sasha had never been. Sadly, I'd aged in three short days, lines appearing under my eyes. I gathered Bruno's scent, so completely different than that of August yet still full of brazen testosterone. "I followed orders." I dared give the man a glance, allowing a smile given his obvious appreciation.
• August had excellent taste, somehow knowing my size without questioning. The form-fitting sapphire hue shimmered in the lighting, hugging my breasts, waist, and hips as if the dress had been made for me. I wanted to rip it off, shred the lovely frock into a million pieces, but a part of me felt as glamorous as I knew the bully wanted me to feel.