The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

C H A P T E R 8
I
took my time undressing and re-dressing and then
cursed all of it when I realized I needed help
zipping up my dress. It would have been fine, had it not been
for the fact that cellphone reception was nonexistent out
here and I wouldn’t be able to get ahold of Pierre unless I
walked over to the party. Overall, the dress looked good on
me though. The fabric hugged my curves and the bust was
cut low up top. Once it was zipped up, it would definitely give
the illusion of my breasts being larger than they were. I still
wasn’t sure if I was going to wear the wig or not. My natural
dark brown hair was down to my waist and I wasn’t sure how
I’d pile it all under a short bob wig.
The sound of the front door slamming made me jump in
place. Since he didn’t arrive earlier, I figured Prince Elias had
changed his mind and wouldn’t be coming. I looked at my
exposed back again. Maybe one of the guards could help me
with this. When I opened my door, I saw Prince Elias
standing in the entrance, a garment bag hanging over his
right arm as he looked at the photographs of my family on
the wall. We hadn’t been here as a family in years, but the
memories remained. I took a second to look at him as he
admired the photographs. If I was being honest with myself,
had it not been for the fact that he’d been a complete jerk to