Chapter 47 47
IRIS QUINN
The first three dresses were failures.
Too formal, too stiff, or simply dead. One made me look like I was heading to a wake, a fact Caesar pointed out with zero hesitation.
“Next,” he drawled from the velvet chair without bothering to stand.
I fought the sudden, violent urge to throw ...
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