Chapter 76


    Sofia’s POV


    Once he had given me permission, I proceeded to ask him if I could have a room for myself, for


    paintings and the like, to avoid messing up anyce apart from the room I’d be given.


    I had also been surprised when he didn’t try to argue with me and had just epted and informed me


    that he’d give me a room downstairs.


    I puffed out a small breath, a tiny smile ying across my face as I started to turn back around and


    make my way up the stairs. Once I got up the stairs, I pushed the bedroom door open and got into it


    before pushing the door close behind me and wincing a little when it had closed way too loudly behind


    me.


    I patted my pants pockets for my phone and felt my heart skip a beat on finding my pockets empty. I


    nced around the room and quickly nced towards the bed side table of my side of the bed to find


    the table empty of my phone. I quickly started to rack my brains before remembering that my phone


    was on one of the couches in the sitting room, and that I had left it there I had wanted to go to Luca’s


    office to ask him for permission…


    I rubbed my fingers against my eyes and used it to press a little on a spot on my forehead when I felt


    that particr spot start to pound and vibrate a little. I made my way into the walk-in closet when the


    sun changed into a gown in order to go shopping for some painting equipment.


    There were a lot of things I had been brought up with, which I couldn’t for the life of me, being myself to


    shake off.


    Like for example, I knew someone who wasn’t into this kind of life I was currently living, might have


    been able to leave the house in a Jean pants and a top, but I couldn’t… because throughout my


    childhood days, each time it was time for me to go out, I was always asked to change into something


    else, like a gown or something else that would look less casual that a top and pants.


    I pushed the gowns hanging off a straight wooden hanger in the closet, moving the gowns around


    absentmindedly and wandering once again, why all the gowns were so short and small and revealing.


    I chewed on the lower part of my lips, squinting a little at the gowns as I moved my fingers through the


    soft silky materials of the gown, trying to pick the longest gown of them all.


    The most longest gown turned out to be a blue dress which I pulled out immediately and held it up


    against my body. I turned the cloth around and my mouth dropped the moment my eyesnded on the


    back of the gown. The back of the gown wasn’t there one bit, it was backless and the gown only had a


    single strip of rope running around her back. The front of the gown was also way too revealing and I


    grimaced imagine difort, wandering once again, why my mother and her sisters had thought it was


    a great idea for them to get me clothes this revealing, when I hadn’t ever in my entire life, worn


    something half as revealing as this.


    I moved a little to the other side of the hanger, running my fingers through the gown and trying to pick


    out a more suitable gown. I pulled out and returned gowns after gowns, shaking my head and staring at


    some of the clothes with disgust and disdain.


    I finally settled on a small piece of gown which I guessed was going to be stopping at some inches


    upwards from my thighs. The gown was a ck colored gown and it was long sleeved, with a


    turtleneck, which was like the most decent looking gown in the closet.


    I took the gown and headed towards the mirror where I pulled off my top and dropped it on the floor


    beside my feet. I stared down at my feet, and then at my chest which had a bra wrapped around it, right


    before I unbuttoned my jeans pants and pushed the piece of material off my hips, down my thighs to


    pull my feet out of, one at a time.


    I stood before the mirror in my underwear and stared at myself for a few more seconds, ncing at the


    small curve of my waist and the slight re of my hips. I picked up the ck gown and started to wear


    it, shoving my head into the gown and pulling it down to shove my arms through it, and to finally pull it


    down my hips and thighs.


    The gown had managed to stop way higher on my thighs than I had expected, and I had tried pulling it


    down a couple of times, but it had only managed to slip back up after a few fleeting seconds.


    I turned around and made my way towards my lines of bag, I had only made use of a single bag out of


    the whole collection. I reached up and plucked out a ck bag, holding it in my left hand as I moved


    towards the dressing table and leaned down to pick up some cream which I rubbed into my curls.


    I pulled out my make up kit from a drawer in the dressing table and applied some lip gloss and paint,


    drew a thin eyeliner beneath my eyelids and that was that. I returned the kit of makeup back into where


    I had taken it from before pushing up on my feet and lifting up the ck bag to hang it off my left


    shoulder. I started to make my way out of the room and paused beside the floor length mirror, staring at


    my reflection and noticing how nicely the gown hugged against my body curves. I turned to the side


    and gasped a little, as soo as I noticed just how much my butt was protruding.


    I mean, I knew I was starting to add some weight in there, and in the top of my thighs, but I had no idea


    it was to this level. I got that it had shown well in the jeans pants I had on this morning, but I had


    thought it was because of the way the jeans had lifted it– I had no idea it wasn’t the jeans at all, that it


    was all me.


    I turned around to my side again and noticed how my small waist seemed even smaller at this very


    moment since it seemed like my hips were also starting to re out more than I had thought before.


    I didn’t need anyone to point out to me in this very moment that I looked good.


    I looked good.


    Hot, even.


    I mean, I’ve seen a lot of girls when I had started going to official gatherings at the age of sixteen, pull


    off this kind of look while I had been there in something decent looking because apparently, I was still


    underaged and was still supposed to keep my whole body pure and as covered as possible for my


    future husband.


    But now that I was married, mother and her sisters had gone to shop for my clothes for me while I had


    been too busy doing other stuff, and all they had shipped for me were ny percent flimsy and way


    too revealing.


    I moved towards the shoe rack on the left end of the room and couldn’t help the way my eyes trailed


    over Luca’s shoes. They were a lot and way more than a hundred pairs by the look of it. I moved a little


    from side to side, chewing on the left corner of my lower lip as I reached forward and picked up a


    transparent type of heels, which thankfully had a really low hell, and didn’t have a show back.


    It was like a slide and a sandalbined together and I ced the pair on the ground and slipped my


    foot into each pair, noticing that the heel had added a couple of inches into my height.


    I made my way out of the walk-in closet and pulled the door close behind me, walking directly into the


    bathroom and pulling the door close behind me. I washed my hand and mopped it with a towel before


    making my way back out of the bathroom, pulling the door close behind me.


    I made my way out of the bedroom and down the stairs in a few minutes, going directly into the sitting


    and as expected, finding my phone on one of the couches. I picked the phone up and quickly pulled


    open the pouch of the phone– and indeed, my ck card was in it, in the ce I had kept it ever since I


    got my phone and the card.


    “Oh, you look stunning.” A familiar voice gushed out in a loud excited voice and I nced up from the


    pouch of my phone which I was currently pushing back into ce, to lock eyes with Matilda who was


    standing in the doorway leading into the sitting room.


    Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    “Thank you, Matilda.” I replied to her as I made my way around the couch and stood a few minutes


    before her. We stood still before each other for a few seconds before cracking a smile at the same


    time.