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ke

spending my Sa

a fictional world where Ley and I were lovers, which FYI, would have

stunning! Don't yo

ing off the ceiling of Maison de L'Amour

dresses with Quinn and her two othe

city. Girls like Quinn, Chloe and Penelope were their target audience; wealth

he bride's maid dress she was tr

s. "But are we sure about the emerald green for the bridal

rd me, lingering pointedly o

with your full chest. Well, with your fla

able," Quinn said, her voice carrying that sicke

e eyes. "Dresses sit best on you when you ha

t talk because what was she expecting, I cower? She looked ro

judged people based on their credit scores. "Please bring out the emerald sil

m definitely not a size four. I'm a size twelve

! Don't be so self-conscious," Quinn laughed

ust a thick curtain from the rest of the space. The dress was gorgeous, but it was s

before coming here. This dress

owroom, causing my heart to skip a beat. "Quinn. I have just ten mi

was

er giving him the puppy eye. "I'm sorry baby. There's a whole lot goin

n't leave this card with you beca

moment. If I was going to actively pursue him and break his cold "guardian" facade,

h to steady my racing puls

. Fuck

rack split entirely down the center of my back, the silk tearing open t

n the bride's maid dress," Quinn was

e in there?" Quinn

lled the curtain completely open in her usual dramatic way

y burst into cruel, muffled

or echoing through the boutique. "I had no idea you were that vol

y chest, my face burning with humiliation and rage. I for

e. For a split moment, his eyes went comple

ith an authority that made the woman instantly scramble. He flicked his eyes back

om shifted. Chloe and Penelope wandered off to look at veils, leaving Quinn

his bitch actually plan

is," I couldn't h

y booth, cornering m

, a well known figure. He needs a flawless, elite queen beside him to save his legacy, not a chubby little charity case with thick glasses. He looks a

est. Before she finished talking, I had thought of one-thous

I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of that. I needed to throw her off my scent. I push

Stanley. I have a more expensive taste. Besides, he's my dad's longtime friend and practically an uncle to me. The thought of being with him in that way makes

me, searching my

Malkovich gave in the 'Rounders'? Yup, I li

d successfully crushed my spirit and secured her man. "Good. I'm glad we understand each

nto my baggy jeans and oversized sweater. I grabbed my tote bag and hurr

mly lit exit hallway of the boutique, t

ere by the glass doors. He ha

y in his cheek. My eyes met his. They weren't filled with pity, and

rd every s