didn't w

st trailing behind her like a nervous pet. The stylist

, sitting on Andria's chaise

ckly green. It was covered in excessive lace and ruffl

st lied, her voice trembling slightl

Her fingers traced the seam at the waist. It was barely held together by a few loo

," Andria said,

r eyes were fixed on the dress

cour

m. She spotted the cup of coffee she had left on the s

dn't h

onto the lace bodice, soaking into the fabri

Andria

m, holding the ruined dress. "I'm s

Her face went red. "You idiot!

ash of relief in her eyes. She wouldn't have to b

opping the dress on the floor. "I d

she couldn't scream. Not in front of the staf

thing in your closet. The velvet one. It's

k behind her hand.

, the air was thick with hu

he Sears estate. Cameras flashed, b

took up half the backseat. She waved to the press, her smile practi

pped out a

ltering it herself, lowering the back until it dipped dangerously low,

eyes. It obscured her identity, leaving

Her nose wrinkled. "You look l

m," Andria

a of color and noise. Waiters wove thr

m her family. She found a spot in the shadows, near a h

saw

ary dress uniform, medals gleaming under the chandelier light. He was han

ctically threw herself into his orbit,

eyes scanned the room

gaze lande

ess made her stand out against the pastels and

eyes for a second, let her gaze drift over him w

ampagne, counting

. Two

ce behind her. Bu

g at you," a

os

come mark her territory. Her

e looks," Andria said

som whispered venomously.

adl

swaying slightly, a drink in her hand. She was he

age wa

ria said, walking away from Blos

ow. She was too insecure to

lanced up. On the second-floor balcony, hidde

s wat

Cameron

ne that had nothing to do with the ni