Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56: Chapter 56 Blood Red Revelation

Ivy’s POV

"How are my two favorite ladies doing today?" Gemma called out with genuine warmth as we approached her exclusive boutique in the protected district. The storefront bore no obvious signs, but everyone in our circles knew this was where the wives and daughters of powerful families came for their most important occasions. "Ivy, you absolutely must come inside. We just received something that was practically designed for you. Please, you have to see it."

"Well, now I’m definitely curious," Zoe declared, practically pulling me through the reinforced glass doors before I could voice any protests.

Gemma disappeared into the back room and returned carrying a garment bag that seemed to shimmer with dangerous promise. When she carefully unzipped it, my breath caught in my throat. The evening dress was a stunning blood-red silk, dangerously short with delicate straps forming a plunging neckline that would leave little to imagination. The back was completely exposed, designed to cascade down to the base of the spine. It was pure temptation crafted in fabric, and I found myself mesmerized despite my instinctive caution.

"Fitting room, immediately," Zoe commanded with the authority of someone accustomed to being obeyed in dangerous situations.

"Zoe, seriously, when would I ever need something like this?" I protested, though my fingers were already reaching toward the silky material. "My evenings are spent at home with takeout and security briefings."

"Finn returns from his business trip today, and I’m going to convince him to take us to that new underground club this weekend. No arguments." My friend had clearly entered her unstoppable mode, and I knew resistance was completely futile.

"Since you’re obviously planning something spectacular, let me find you something equally devastating, Zoe," Gemma announced with practiced enthusiasm, and Zoe actually clapped her hands together like a delighted child.

I reluctantly entered the fitting room and slipped into what could generously be called a dress, though it contained significantly less fabric than most of my casual shirts. The hemline barely grazed my upper thighs, and I was genuinely shocked by how exposed the garment left me feeling. Yet when I studied my reflection in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. The dress transformed me into someone powerful, confident, and undeniably dangerous.

I stepped out of the fitting room, and both women froze with their mouths hanging open in obvious amazement.

"Do a complete turn, Ivy. We need to see the full transformation," Zoe instructed, making a circular motion with her finger.

I slowly pivoted, feeling surprisingly graceful despite the unfamiliar garment. When I completed the turn and faced them again, I discovered a pair of distinctly masculine eyes drinking in every detail of my appearance, accompanied by an absolutely shameless grin that I recognized immediately. I wanted to disappear into the floor.

"Well, Ivy, now I completely understand why our boss is so desperately obsessed with winning you back. You look absolutely incredible in that dress," Dominic Frost announced without a trace of embarrassment.

Dominic stood directly behind Zoe and Gemma, his calculating gaze fixed on me with obvious appreciation and that trademark mischievous smile that had charmed half the women in our territory. Zoe turned around, clearly amused by his typically outrageous behavior. She had grown completely accustomed to Dominic’s habit of speaking exactly what crossed his dangerous mind.

"And she hasn’t even added the heels yet. Wait until you see her with the perfect pair of stilettos," Gemma said, hurrying away to retrieve them.

"And what about you, Zoe? Aren’t you going to model yours?" Dominic asked with obvious interest. "Come on, ladies, give me a proper fashion show. Since I can’t have either of you beautiful and deadly women, at least allow me to admire the view." His shameless flirtation knew absolutely no bounds.

Gemma returned carrying the most exquisite pair of stiletto sandals I had ever seen, while simultaneously handing another pair to Zoe, who seemed perfectly willing to participate in Dominic’s impromptu fashion exhibition. I noticed Dominic’s eyes following Gemma’s every movement with the focused interest of a predator.

"Absolutely, I’ll try mine on. I want to be called incredible too," Zoe laughed as she disappeared into the fitting room.

I slipped into the crimson sandals, marveling at their sky-high heels and delicate straps that wound around my feet like blooming roses. They were absolute perfection for a world where appearances could mean the difference between respect and vulnerability.

Zoe emerged from the fitting room looking like a goddess of vengeance in a midnight blue dress that seemed to capture starlight in its shimmering fabric, paired with silver stilettos that wrapped elegantly across her feet. She looked absolutely breathtaking and appropriately dangerous.

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