The upper echelon was rubbing off on me. In a matter of four hours, I had managed to obtain a ticket to a mafia event and an elegant dress to wear. All I had to do was manipulate Irina to get it.
She loved making me jealous and proving to me that Milo didn't really want me. All I did was go crying to her about what I'd heard at the salon. Then convinced her to give me the ticket so I could catch Milo with another woman.
She didn't even argue. Her need to hurt me would land her in trouble one day.
That was how I ended up in front of the mirror in a soft pink satin dress that exuded a smooth, shiny texture. It was form-fitting, with a draped style and an asymmetrical hemline. It stopped in my middle thighs but also managed to look elegant.
It had a high, structured neckline that connected to an open cutout across the upper chest, creating a striking yet classy appearance. The sleeves were long and slightly flared at the cuffs.
