Chapter 37

• Aria took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she looked at the maid uniform laid out before her. It felt like a symbol of her defeat, but she knew she had no choice. With trembling hands, she put on the uniform, the fabric feeling foreign and uncomfortable against her skin. The dress was too short, and she could feel the hem ride up her thighs, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
• As she stepped out of the small room, the hallway was filled with the sounds of bustling activity. The moment she emerged, she felt a dozen eyes on her, scrutinizing her every move. Whispers followed her, and she could sense the judgment and curiosity in their gazes.
• Aria’s heart raced as she walked down the corridor, each step echoing her anxiety. She felt like a piece of meat on display, the uniform accentuating her discomfort. The guards and maids, all part of Dante's world, exchanged glances, some with pity, others with a cruel amusement that made her skin crawl.