[Dorothy's POV]
Looking at the mansion of Duke Venezia up close, I was reminded once more of how miles apart mine and Emerald's status was.
The mansion was made of bricks, concrete tiles, large black frame windows, and minimal moldings with an eye-catching fountain at the center of the driveway. Carriages in all shapes, sizes and embellishments lined the road as women and men in the finniest gowns and coats poured inside the manor of Duke Venezia.
Too bad I couldn't see their faces with all the masks, but I was sure someone would take notice of this body. I thought and pushed my breasts up against the hem of my off-shoulder dress.
"Push those anymore, and your fake boobs would slip your bra," Trinity said and walked past me.
"Wha! These are not fake," I hissed and looked left and right, searching if someone heard her. I slightly pushed the padding back a little when no one was looking, making sure it wouldn't slip from my cleavage.
