Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 98

“Next…” Hayden said emotionlessly.

I sighed, trying to hide my frustration from him.

“Next…” Hayden said after a single glance at me. His eyes immediately returning to his phone’s screen.

I heaved another sigh. When is this going to end? Personally, I don’t even know what he’s expecting or what he’s looking for…

“Next…” Hayden said without hesitation.

“Can we stop this now? I’m getting tired...” I started to complain.

“No. Next,” Hayden said, sounding dead bored.

I wanted to shout at him. How long does he expect me to keep doing this? We’ve been at it for almost an hour now…

As to what we were doing, well, we were trying to find the right dress for me to wear to the gala. More accurately, he was trying to find me a dress that I could wear to the gala with him. I was merely trying on countless dresses that the boutique had prepared for me based on his orders. So far, we were roughly an hour in and none of the dresses that I tried on impressed Hayden…at all.

I felt tired just from trying on one dress after another. Each time he rejected a dress, I felt a little more depressed inside. Truthfully, for me, all the dresses looked amazing, and they also look super pricey, and they probably were. I had no idea what was so wrong about all these dresses. Do they look ugly when I wear them? Was it because of me and not the dresses?

Honestly, I think they all look good on me when I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. Not saying that I have a good figure or anything, but the dresses were truly beautiful; they would look good on anyone. Any of the dresses should be fine for the gala. It’s not like I’m going to be the superstar of the event or anything like that. I’m just accompanying Hayden because his father had ordered me to do so.

I walked out of the dressing room again with a new dress on as I silently prayed that Hayden would give this one the ok. After some hesitation, I decided to try on this dress. The reason being that it was a little bit bolder and revealing than the others. It was bright red with sparkly red sequins sewn all over the dress in a swirly pattern. It had a strapless corset-like top with a long skirt with a slit running up to my upper thigh and a flowy mermaid skirt that trailed a little after me on the floor.

One glance at the dress and Hayden nodded silently. He really wants to go with this one?

“Are you sure? Isn’t it a bit too…eye-catching?” I asked, not completely convinced of his choice. I had thought that the other paler cream dress looked more passable.

“Yes. We’ll get this one. Can you hold the waist in by around two inches for me now?” Hayden said to the shop attendance.

“Yes, Sir,” the woman replied and quickly did as he had asked.

She stepped behind me and pinched and pulled the fabric of the dress behind my waist to tighten the fabric around my waist. Too tight. Seriously, too tight.

“Adjust the dress. Make the waist around two inches smaller. That would be all,” Hayden said passionlessly.