Chapter 14.
Isadora stood before the mirror, unable to say a word or smile. Behind her was the very excited Mitchy who wouldn’t stop throwing outfits her way.
“Here. Try this on, Isala! I am certain you will look great in it.”
Isadora forced a smile, catching the clothes before they would slip to the floor.
“This is beautiful,” she managed, holding the clothes firmer to her chest than she would ever originally do.
Mitchy paused in her act, noticing that Isadora had been quite gloomy.
“You do not seem happy,” she said, dropping on the edge of the bed.
Isadora turned gently to face her. She did not say a word at first. She just stood still, clutching the dress while trying to process her own thoughts.
Not like she was not happy. She just feared working with a man of such domination.
