#Chapter10 Fighting for power
Painted in light gray tones and with some minimal details of purple, the room where I will be staying is ridiculously huge. It has a living room, bathroom, and huge walk-in closet that makes my room in Miami just a sizeable one.
/"Does it please you?/" he asks while he stares at me.
/"I guess that doesn't matter,/" I express coldly. Then I go where the staff left my bags.
I bend down to open them and start to unpack my clothes when I see him standing in front of me /"we will have to go shopping. You have to change your style,/" he tells me, and I look up to meet his eyes.
/"Don't even dream about it. I won't stop being who I am because of you. Also, you should know that I always appeared on the list of the best dressed in any social event I went to,/" I reply firmly. The desire to erase that stupid smile comes back again.
