CHAPTER 40

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GENEVIEVE

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully applying a final coat of mascara to my already long, dark lashes. I had chosen a dress that was meant to make an impression — a sleek, crimson number that hugged my curves in all the right places.

The fabric was smooth and silky, catching the light as I moved, and the neckline dipped low enough to tease but not reveal too much.

The dress ended well above my knees, showing off my long legs, accentuated by a pair of black stiletto heels that gave me an extra inch of height and confidence.

My hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders, framing my face perfectly. I glanced at my reflection, a small, satisfied smile playing on my lips. I knew I looked good, and I felt a thrill of excitement course through me as I imagined Roman’s reaction.

As if on cue, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Roman appeared in the doorway, his expression darkening the moment he laid eyes on me. His gaze swept over me, starting f