Chapter 42

• Ophelia's POV
• “Doesn’t this look too….” I bit my lips, staring at myself in the mirror, standing in one of Rina's dresses that stopped on my thighs—fancy thin straps and a V-neck that made me see how full my chest was for the first time. I mean, I had big boobs. If I had seen me on other women... fancy what you have. I loved them, and it felt even better when Cal had his han… I gasped out, trying to know where the remaining sentences flew out from. That wasn’t me, I could swear, but I could also feel my pants getting moist.
• “It’s perfect. This is not revealing. Got some beautiful stuff. Your Killer boy would go blind when you wear it and would be giving you his life when you ask for a plate of cookies.” We both chuckled and made our way out of the house, feeling glad that grandmother wasn't around to see her beans sprouting the wrong way. Rina looking like a hooker and I… I don't know. Grandmother would have a word for it.