LILA POV

I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't be here. The realization claws at my mind as I stand frozen, dressed in a black short gown fitted to my exact measurements.

The thin straps rest on my shoulders, holding up a V-neckline that exposes my cleavage.

The hemline is short, stopping at my mid-thigh, ensuring every fucking step I take is measured. The long slit exposes my thighs, commanding every bit of attention.

With the click of my five-inch platform heels, I feel like a fancy hooker. Each step I take draws every fucking gaze to me, like I'm some kind of princess. Men stare. Guys gape. If only...