Dressed to Kill

Vittoria

The boutique was scented with roses and silk, too soft, too refined for me. Even so, as I came out from the fitting room and glanced at myself in the mirror, even I had to stop.

The dress was a vibrant, killer red, the color of wine and vengeance. It hugged my curves, nipped my waist, the silk shimmering like liquid flame. The neckline was low, scandalously near indecent, and the slit hig