Chapter 20 Beauty In Captivity

• Thirty minutes later, the door creaked open again. Hailey stepped inside, her usual cold expression firmly in place. In her hand, she carried a shimmering red gown and a black heels. The dress was long-sleeved, its fabric smooth and luxurious, clearly chosen to cover all my bruises. She barely glanced at me as she placed it on the bed.
• “You’ve got ten minutes to shower,” she said sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. “After that, put this on.”
• Her words were clipped and rude, as if I were nothing more than a chore she was forced to deal with. She didn’t wait for a response, just turned on her heel and crossed her arms, waiting impatiently by the door.