ark hair. I'm not going to dress up for Mr

self a once-over. I'm wearing white ripped jeans that bring ou

"girly" clothes, like heels. But if I wanted to break my ankle, I would. I mean, why w

e Mr. Miller is a billionaire. Hu

women Isaac Miller might be used to. The kind of women who probably wear designer dresses and heels just

up like a mess of thoughts I don't have time to untangle. I've barely slept anyway, thoughts

mmediately freeze when I co

like the queen of everything. She looks me up and down, rolls h

I've heard it all before. It's just Amelia

m not a slut or a stuck-up bitch who uses all of 'daddy's' mon

dress properly to meet a billionaire," s

e perfectly fine." I look her over, from her purple cocktail dress to her heels that would probably br

I can stop them, but I don

re she can retort, I hear Dad's voice boomi

toward him. "

Dad raises an eyebrow. He knows me too well. Too well, actuall

rbed, and entirely Daddy's little princess. Everything she does g

ear the heels, speak with confidence, and dress like I'm try

ir golden child. And then there's me-plain old

with Amelia one last time before I say,

t her, I turn and make

ing with the clinking of glass. It's the usual pre-dinner nonsense, but this

knot tighten in my stomach. I know wh

veryone's waiting for me to make my entrance. I glance at the faces around the room-Mom

ing, but whatever it was, he's

a confident, self-assured aura that screams "I've got everything under control." His blue eyes catch mine

dark brown hair is styled to perfection. He's tall-really tall-taller than I'd

t white teeth. My heart skips a beat, and be

ting through the silence. She practically bounces on her heels, clearly excited.

ch him, he extends a masculine arm. I can't help but notice how big his hands a

making my knees weak. There's something about the way he says my n

y nerves betray me. "C-Claudia," I stutter,

and I can feel my cheeks burning under his gaze. He'

a moment longer than necessary, his gaze fixed

perate to regain my composure. I take a deep breat

unfamiliar sense of insecurity. But then he just chuckles softly, as though he's

outfit?" he asks,

e I can say anything, Dad's voice booms from the

asantries. Dinner'

in his eyes-a flicker of something, something I can't quite place.

oom, my mind races. This is going to b