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ia. What is this

vy, incense-laden air of the bedroom t

y, bringing a biting chill into the room. He froze, his gaze sweeping over me. I held my

sk of stark bewilderment, which rapidly curd

you honestly think that by draping yourself in red

ed, my hands clenching the slippery f

a fraction of his attention, I had done the unthinkable. The scandalous, blood-red robe I wore was a direct imitation of Concetta's signature style. It was a vibrant, dangerous col

yes for women like her now, My Lady," she had said, her voice tight with shared frustrat

And I had faile

"Putting on a courtesan's clothes doesn't give you her fire," he sneered, his brown ey

rp inhale. Instantly, he recoiled, waving a hand in front of his n

"Are you burning Meccai leaves? It smells like cheap

Cheap perfume? It was the exact same rare, expensive incense he spent a fortune importing for Concett

ds tore from my throat, a pathetic, broken whisper o

cks from the Conrad estate. Don't forget your place, Doria. You are just an orphan from a conqu

ece of trash. "Imitating a courtesan? You're not even a fraction of what she is. At lea

ing, suffocating tide. I felt as if I were standing stark naked i

ng for the bathroom as if my ve

s room before I come out." He didn't even glance

a

heavy thud sealed him away, and with

I turned to look at t

p was slightly smudged, the blood-red robe a

wasn't the dress that disgust

was simply m

hot on the back of my trembling