Anastasia Mancini; everyone in the underworld knows her name, the Fiore Mortale. After her Grandfather murdered her parents, she was raised as his personal assassin, learning to kill without so much as a second thought. People fear her, men fall on...
"Why are we all so fucking hot?" Azalea asks, a pretty smile on her face as she admires her reflection.
"Genetics," Clarisse grins, checking out her ass in the mirror.
"Agreed," I say absentmindedly, adjusting the straps of my dress.
Azalea and I both got dresses, with Issy choosing a set. I settled on a lacey red dress, just long enough to hide the knife I have strapped to my thigh. The dress sits tight on my body, hugging my curves and magnifying my tattoos, making them pop against the bright red lace.
Anastasia's dress:
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"I feel like Barbie," Azalea giggles, running her hands through her hair to fluff it up.
"You look like a brunette barbie," I say to her, laughing as she flashes a grin at me.
"Gorgeous!" Issy says in a sing-song voice. And it's true, they both look beautiful. Lea settled on a pink mini dress, making her look like a doll.
Azalea's dress:
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Clarisse took the longest to find her set, complaining that every other colour washed her out. That was until Lea found a set that she said made Issy's auburn hair pop. It's a sage green colour that Issy claims makes her feel like Tinkerbell.
Issy's outfit:
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