My Boss. Part 8

After finishing our delicious meal, Daddy led me by my gloved hand back to the front where we climbed into his shiny black car and zipped off to the mansion. I felt much more confident while exiting the vehicle, climbing the steps carefully as I held my sumptuous dress by the hem so I could walk.

My chin was naturally elevated this time, reflecting the class that seemed to have seeped under my skin during the week. Perhaps it was belonging to him that made me feel so exceptional and I could tell that the other attendees noticed this as we entered the front of the mansion, their eyes lingering momentarily before drunkenly gazing elsewhere.

We traded our lavish tickets for masks and started to head for the silk curtains when Daddy took my elbow and gently pulled me aside into a small, carpeted hall. The carpet was a maroon ocean covered in gold tinsel and it reminded me of my hair. The red ringlets came down in waves over my shoulders, outlining my face and matching my lip