Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 27

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They had ten dresses for her to choose from and they all came in silver. No other colour – just silver. It didn’t make sense to Beatrice, as she knew one of their weaknesses was pure silver. Why dress their Luna in a weakness?

She didn’t care enough to actually ask.

None of the dresses were anything she’d have picked for herself. The main reason for this was that all of them were gowns; Beatrice preferred wearing dresses that stopped somewhere above the knees. Floor length with a train? No, thank you.

The maids looked excited whenever Beatrice tried on one they liked but, when it was a dress they weren’t as fond of, they have her change out of it.

Not one of the dresses hid the mark Hendricks had made on her shoulder, which was probably the entire point. It was a mark that fold the world she belonged to him, after all. Why on earth would she want to hide it?

After putting on each of the ten dresses, there was only a single one Beatrice didn’t absolutely loath. It had a fitted bodice with a sweetheart neckline and short, off the shoulder sleeves. A high–low hemline skirt meant her legs weren’t confined, which was a very important feature for someone who wanted to run away. Intricate lace detailing made from nearly translucent thread covered the entire dress, giving it a shimmering quality that silver fabric alone could never hope to achieve.

If circumstances were different, Beatrice might have agreed the dress was beautiful. It wasn’t her style but she couldn’t ignore how t hugged her curves and showed off her legs.

Lavender came over once Beatrice finally chose the dress and began to poke and prod at the fit. A tuck here, a pin there, it took ten minutes before the maid was satisfied with what alterations were needed. She then pulled out a sewing machine that’d been fucked wi corner and began making the changes herself.

Of course, that didn’t mean Beatrice was free to relax. She was forced to sit in a chair while Lora worked on her had a

applying a layer of make up.

“I’m not wearing the heels,” Beatrice told them after a few minutes.

“Yes, you are,” Lora muttered, but was brought to silence when Beatrice whipped her head around and glared

Amy let out a tutting noise as she reached over and turned Beatricy back around Do the shares and 146

“I’m not good in heels,” Beatrice easily lied. The truth was, it she wanted to make a cun bur 16 howly work

There was a harsh tug on her hair as for ran a brush through it and Beatrice knew it had been on purpoax

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means, force me to wear heels and make a fool of myself. I’m sure your Alpha won’t be bothered by that at all

This time there was a pause in the brushing, as if the maid realized the annoying human had spoken the truth.

Amy glanced up and seemed to exchange a look with Lora

“We will find you something with a smaller heel.”

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not that Beatrice was allowed to turn her head to check

before nodding

Right, because the flat shoe she requested was on the same level as every single ‘no‘ she’d uttered since her arrival

Beatrice had calmed down a little from her tantrum that morning but her anger still simmered just under the surface, and it wouldn’t much to stoke it back into the raging inferno it’d been.

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