"So here''s my offer," he said, sitting up straight, as if
he was about to conduct serious business. "I will make you three
dresses: one red, one white and one black. And if you wear these
dresses, and if you do everything I say, then you will become the
most beautiful woman on earth. You will become, in fact, the most
beautiful woman who has ever lived."
"You heard me."
At first I couldn''t even process this proposal, I couldn''t
begin to wrap my brain around what he''d just said. He was a rich
and successful man and, in his way, a major force. He''d known my
mother. But aside from all that, I didn''t know what the hell he
was talking about.
Or maybe I did know, maybe I''d understood him perfectly,
and maybe that''s why I felt like I was choking and drowning and
like I had to get out of there, I had to run, even if it meant
bashing myself against the marble walls and scratching to find the
elevator or a hidden emergency exit and a staircase.
"I''m leaving," I said, standing. But once I was up, I
couldn''t move. I couldn''t leave. And he knew it.