~{INGRID'S POV}~
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"Like a divine being."
Those words kept echoing in my mind and I became restless.
His works were on a whole level and now he had looks of a god?
Now this just got interesting and I couldn't wait to come face to face with him.
By now, I was dressed like a noble and I couldn't stop staring at myself in the mirror. It was a peach colored dress and it accentuated my curves perfectly. I knew I was curvy but seeing what this dress did to it made my chest swell in pride.
"A lot of women will kill to have what you have, Miss Ingrid," Joy said and I blushed as I turned to face her as she quietly watched me.
She was a really nice lady and I could tell we were agemates.
"Please call me by my name instead," I said but she shook her head.
"That will be rude." She said.
"But Pascal called me by my first name without even asking," I let her know and watched how her eyebrows lifted in disbelief.
