Celine's POV
Before I could stop myself, I devoured everything on that tray, greedily, desperately, as if the food would be taken from me the moment Mr Cassian changed his mind.
I took the first bite of the seasoned fried meat with trembling fingers, and it tasted heavenly.
When I finally leaned back, full for the first time in days, my gaze fell on the gown lying neatly on the bed. I walked to the sink and washed my hands. Wiping my hands and lips carefully before walking back to my bed, and lifting the dress carefully and gently.
The dress flowed down like beautiful petals between my fingers. It was a lovely, long, flowery-patterned gown, soft and feminine, the kind of thing I had always dreamed of wearing on a sunny afternoon with a friend. Although not here, not under the slavery of a Mafia lord.
It was long, brushing the floor, flaring gracefully at the hem. My back would be exposed almost to the curve above my buttocks, tied only at the neck with a thin ribbon.
