Day Seventy-Eight…
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[ At Alexander's Place… ]
With flared nostrils and clenched fists, Hanabi confronted her reflection in the full-length mirror. Never did she imagine that someone other than Tatsumi could anger her to the core. But she could only blame herself for losing the bet.
"Do I really need to wear this?" Hanabi exclaimed in disbelief. Her eyes traced the intricate details of the maid uniform—the crisp, white apron, the dainty lace embellishments, and the perfectly tied ribbon. The delicate fabric hugged her figure.
"Of course, you are my slave today," Alexander said matter-of-factly. "You don't have a say on this. You have to follow and obey my command," he emphasized.
Hanabi could only glare at him, restraining herself from beating him up.
