The Shell of My Love One
SNEEK PEEK...
I sat in my office, auditioning all the girls that had answered to my request. After the tragic death of Anastasia Steele, I couldn't bring myself to let her go. I had decided to offer four million dollars to a woman who would agree to undergo countless of plastic surgeries so that I could have a night to be reunited with my dear Anastasia Steele.
Dozens of women had walked into my office that day, but none had come close to the woman I adored. Some were too tall, some were just way off.
Then a girl walked in: blue eyes, nice skin, and dark hair. I knew with a lot of plastic surgeries she would look like Ana.
"What is your name?" I demanded.
"Jessica Gill."
"Well, Jessica, you've been selected."
