Anastasia Mancini; everyone in the underworld knows her name, the Fiore Mortale. After her Grandfather murdered her parents, she was raised as his personal assassin, learning to kill without so much as a second thought. People fear her, men fall on...
"Why are we all so fucking hot?" Azalea asks, a pretty smile on her face as she admires her reflection.
"Genetics," Clarisse grins, checking out her ass in the mirror.
"Agreed," I say absentmindedly, adjusting the straps of my dress.
Azalea and I both got dresses, with Issy choosing a set. I settled on a lacey red dress, just long enough to hide the knife I have strapped to my thigh. The dress sits tight on my body, hugging my curves and magnifying my tattoos, making them pop against the bright red lace.
Anastasia's dress:
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
"I feel like Barbie," Azalea giggles, running her hands through her hair to fluff it up.
"You look like a brunette barbie," I say to her, laughing as she flashes a grin at me.
"Gorgeous!" Issy says in a sing-song voice. And it's true, they both look beautiful. Lea settled on a pink mini dress, making her look like a doll.
Azalea's dress:
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Clarisse took the longest to find her set, complaining that every other colour washed her out. That was until Lea found a set that she said made Issy's auburn hair pop. It's a sage green colour that Issy claims makes her feel like Tinkerbell.
Issy's outfit:
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
