Page 126 of Poison Vows

“Huh?” I mutter.

“Bella ragazza, per favore scegline una!”he says in Italian. When I keep staring at him, he translates quickly.“From the selection here, pick one you love,sì?”

“Pick the one I love?” I croak.

“Sì! Your body is… how you say?Il tuo corpo è bellissimo! You’re voluptuous in all the right places and slender in others so any would do, but you can only pick one!”

I stare blankly at the flurry of white, not really seeing it.

“Not to worry. We can try them all,sì? We have time.”

I’m led to a huge screen, just like the ones they use in historical period dramas.

The women help me undress, until I quickly catch on when they reach my bra.

“Wait!” I shout, and they all freeze. “Uh, I can dress by myself,” I whisper.

The two ladies look at each other, then they smile and leave quietly.

Woodenly, I reach for the first dress, my mind like a whirlpool.

Where do I even start? How do I even get into this?

Somehow, I manage to put the strapless dress on, but the corset strings at the back need to be done by someone.

When I look in the mirror, something like a flitting memory tingles at the back of my head.

It hits me like a ton of bricks then.

In shock, I rush out of the changing screen to find my phone with the dress undone at my back.

Swiping faster than I can breathe, I go to my gallery, then I scroll to a secret hidden file on there that I’ve kept for years.

Typing in my password, I come face to face with the fifth picture in the file and my jaw drops to the freaking floor.

I rush to the wall of mirrors and stare at the dress I’m wearing, then back at the picture on the phone.

“No…” I gasp.

“Young miss, are you all right?” the Italian man asks gently.

I look at him in shock, finally realizing who he is, but I can’t speak.

I rush to the rest of the dresses on the rack.

With each dress I pull out, I match them to a picture from the gallery on my phone.

Eight gorgeous dresses in total… all of them of different cuts, styles, design, length, and material but all of them so freaking stunning… it’s insane.

“You… you made these?” I squeak.

“Yes, Young Miss,” he says with a knowing smile. “The designs were very specific, highly detailed, and so impressive, I must say, this is some of my most amazing work.,”

I’m stunned.

My jaw is on the floor as I stare, that I don’t know what to say.

“H-how did you get the designs?” I whisper.

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