Chapter 19 When the Devil Walked Down the Stairs [Flashback]

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at a version of myself I barely recognized. Black mini dress. Tight fabric. Bare arms. And my chest? Yeah... let’s just say it wasn’t breathing, it was waving.

“I look like I’m shopping for a sugar daddy,” I muttered, tugging at the paper-thin straps that bar...

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