Her second mission

Elena stood before the mirror, adjusting her outfit to perfection. She was dressed in a long pink gown that went down to her ankles; it was split on one side, from the knee downwards. She packed her long hair to the left and clipped it together; she still had no idea why Leonardo had asked her to dress up.

This was practically her third night under the roof of these vile men, she was beginning to get a bit comfortable around here, considering the things she had now that she wouldn’t even dream of before, but however she still wanted more than anything else to go home.

She had been served the best breakfast of her entire life earlier today, and a maid had brought her lunch in her room later as well, she would never get such treatment at home. Was she foolish for wanting to go back home? Or was she greedy for enjoying the advantages of her new home?

Not like it was guaranteed, but she had more faith now that they wouldn’t kill her, what would they gain from ending her already miserable