Chapter 91 Fuck Me, Master

• Mireille sighed heavily, holding the flower crown in her hands. She had gotten back to her room and taken a bath, then dressed up in a beautiful black knee length dress.
• She had attempted to dump the flower crown in the trash but she just could not bring herself to do so. It looked so carefully done and it seemed like Dante must have put a lot of time and effort into making it for her.
• "What am I even thinking now?" She asked herself, having a struggle between keeping up with her current attitude towards Dante or just running into his arms like she really wanted to.