"I told you to call him. I want to talk to him," Hazel reiterated, her impatience palpable.
Without further delay, Lily dialed Francisco's number, but to Hazel's dismay, he didn't answer the call. Frustration simmered beneath the surface as she tightened her lips in annoyance.
In a swift motion, Hazel ascended the stairs, her mind racing with questions and concerns.
"What is he planning?" she wondered, her thoughts swirling with unease as she retreated to her room.
Hazel's reflection stared back at her from the mirror, her nerves palpable as she tried to decipher Francisco's intentions. The evening descended, and invited guests began to arrive, but Francisco was nowhere to be seen.
Fueled by a growing sense of unease, Hazel paced back and forth in her room, her thoughts racing as she grappled with uncertainty. The anticipation weighed heavily on her, rendering her unable to stay still.
Her nerves got the better of her as she hastily changed into a short dress, her hands trembling with nervous energy. Just as she was about to gather her courage and join the gathering downstairs, a knock on the door startled her.
Opening the door with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, Hazel was met by Lily, holding a package in her hands.
"Ms., boss sends a gift for you. Please wear it and come downstairs," Lily announced, her voice tinged with an air of excitement.
Hazel's heart fluttered at the mention of a gift from Francisco, her apprehension momentarily forgotten in the face of curiosity. Taking the package from Lily's hands, she asked Lily, her voice tinged with urgency.
"Where is Francisco?"
"I want to talk to him."
"Ms., boss is not here. He said he would be late," she informed her, her voice trailing off as she swiftly retreated, leaving Hazel alone in her room.
Hazel locked the door with an annoyed twist of the handle, her mind buzzing with questions. Her gaze shifted to the CCTV camera, a reminder that Francisco was watching her every move. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she resignedly accepted the reality of being under his watchful eye.
With a sense of resignation, Hazel turned her attention to the gift. As she carefully unwrapped the package, her eyes widened at the sight of a breathtakingly beautiful gown nestled within. The fabric shimmered with elegance, and intricate lace adorned the bodice, creating an alluring pattern that hinted at a touch of sensuality.
She couldn't help but marvel at Francisco's choice, his impeccable taste evident in every detail of the garment.
As she held the dress against herself, Hazel couldn't deny the exquisite craft skills. The fabric clung to her fingers, cool to the touch, promising a night of luxury and intrigue. The plunging neckline and the open-back design added a touch of sensuality, the dress exuding a confidence that echoed Francisco's enigmatic persona.
Hazel's frustration simmered as she locked eyes with the CCTV camera, her anger palpable as she addressed Francisco indirectly through the lens.
"You did not give me a single piece of peace, bastard," she muttered bitterly, her voice laced with resentment.
"You even put the camera in the bedroom. I have no privacy, anything. You just take everything from me."
Her words hung heavy in the air, echoing in the silence of the room as she stood before the mirror, her reflection a stark reminder of the intrusion into her privacy.
With a deep breath, Hazel unzipped her chain in front of the mirror, shedding her clothing until she stood naked before her own reflection. Her movements were deliberate, a silent rebellion against the surveillance that encroached upon her every moment.
As she selected the dress from the gift Francisco had sent, her fingers traced the delicate fabric, marveling at its sensual allure. The dress was a masterpiece of lace and silk, clinging to her curves in all the right places, its plunging neckline and thigh-high slit leaving little to the imagination.
With a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, Hazel slipped into the dress, its soft fabric enveloping her like a second skin. The dress whispered against her skin, its seductive allure undeniable as she admired her reflection in the mirror.
In the confines of his car, Francisco watched the live feed from the CCTV camera with a knowing smile. He observed Hazel's every move as she changed into a dress, his gaze lingering on her form with a mixture of desire and restraint.
But when Hazel's attempt to provoke him became evident, Francisco tore his gaze away from the screen, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. He knew her game, but he refused to indulge her in it. Instead, he focused on the road ahead.
After an hour, Lily came to call Hazel, who descended the stairs with a sense of trepidation. As she made her way downstairs, her beauty and elegance left everyone in awe, but also stirred whispers among the guests.
"So, she is his new girlfriend," someone murmured, their words barely audible but enough for Hazel to catch as she passed by.
"Just see how many days he will keep her," another voice chimed in, the cynicism evident in their tone.
Hazel felt a pang of discomfort at the remarks, but she held her head high and continued walking ahead, determined not to let the gossip affect her.
Whispers continued to swirl around her as she navigated through the crowd. "What about Emily?" someone questioned, their words tinged with curiosity.
"She is out, I guess," another replied, the uncertainty in their voice reflecting the intrigue surrounding Francisco's past relationships.
Feeling increasingly uneasy, Hazel pressed her lips together and came to a stop in a secluded corner of the room. The weight of the judgmental stares and whispered speculations bore down on her, stirring a sense of vulnerability within her.
Just then, a man approached her, interrupting her thoughts with a polite greeting. "Ms. Hazel," he addressed her, his voice breaking through the murmurs that surrounded them.