Page 46 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

I’m Marco’s handler, and held him in witness protection for almost a year.

I’m…

“Oh I know! Tell me what your color season is!”

That makes me pause.

Then, I huff a little laugh.

Of course she doesn’t want you to go that deep. She doesn’t even know you.

“I don’t know what that is,” I call as I tug the dress up. I have to admit, even though it doesn’t quite lace up in the back, it makes my tits look amazing. For a second, I study myself in the mirror.

She’s not wrong. I look… really good.

The bodice of the gown curves around me in a way that’s somehow both classy and alluring. It’s a shimmery, buttery-looking fabric. Satin, I think, but I could be wrong. Might be silk or who knows what else.

Magic. It has to be made of magic.

“Don’t be shy! Do you have it on? Let me see!” Stassi says from the center of the room.

I take a deep breath and step out from behind the screen. Stassi is waiting next to the mirror and the little pedestal is right in front of her, smack in the middle where you’d be able to see yourself from all angles.

She waves, pointing to the pedestal. “Step up!”

Hesitating, I do.

When I get up, I don’t want to look at myself in the mirror. Stassi appears behind me, and with a few quick tugs and what looks like some kind of clamp, the dress somehow glues itself to my frame.

“Oh. My. God. Roisin. You have to open your eyes,” she breathes.

Slowly, I open one.

Stassi and I both gasp at my reflection.

“Holy mother of god,” I breathe, smoothing the fabric over myself. “I look?—”

“Freaking incredible!” Stassi trills.

I do.

This dress transforms all my muscles into something elegant and feminine. I look like I’ve been sculpted from marble or something.

And Stassi, a golden goddess, just beams behind me.

“Okay. Now I see why you have so many dresses,” I breathe. I’ve never really spent time trying wedding dresses on, for obvious reasons, but I can sure see why this would be fun.

I look amazing.

Stassi grins. “Totally. I want to make sure that Liam has absolutely no clue what I’m going to wear.”

“Oh, he was never going to have a single bloody idea,” I murmur, tracing the fabric over my thighs.

Stassi grins. “It’s good to make him sweat a little though.”

I catch her gaze. “Absolutely. And he bought all of these?” I wave around.

Stassi rolls her eyes. “I’m not that cruel. It’s obvious that he wants me for my money and all that I come with. That’s why Kieran kidnapped me.”

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