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Chapter 158  Paris
Author: Sam-crowned
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Twenty-five minutes later, Maria looked like a river goddess worshiped by the people of Velmoria. The room smelled of luxury perfumes and fresh roses, the kind of atmosphere that made beauty feel almost sacred.

Her red gown, slit by the side from her thigh to her foot, shimmered like liquid fire under the golden lights. Her cleavage was delicately exposed, her shoulders bare, her skin glowing with the soft glint of expensive lotion. From certain angles, one could glimpse the subtle curve of her side through the fabric, enough to make anyone forget to breathe.

She held a silver shining purse that reflected light across the room as she admired her reflection in the mirror. For a moment, she almost did not recognize herself. This woman staring back was powerful, the kind of woman men built empires for and women whispered about.

“You look beautiful, madam,” said one of the dressers, stepping back to take in the result of their effort. Her tone carried genuine admiration.

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