believe i

y-haired best friend, sat across from me in our usual spot at Moonl

th laughter and music. But not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to drown mys

, slamming my glass down a little too hard. "Didn't even give me a ch

her green eyes twinkling.

ned. "

a five-star bar, drinking hundred-dollar cocktails, complaining abo

eyes. "This

, looking far too am

ire together, a fashion business from the ground up, without my father's money. Now we had three boutiques-one in New York, one in Paris, and o

forehead against my arms. "Do

marry the biggest asshole in New York? No thanks. My pare

they expect me to produce an he

ll, you got the

but she just giggled, eye

expressio

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ike she'd just smel

ead groggily, followi

en I s

s-fucki

obably did. Tailored suit, his normally wavy brown hair brushed back, ar

Russo, was right beside him. Their bodyguard followed behind like they were some ki

this godforsaken city, why did

the strength of the alcohol to tolerate his existence. "Of

'are you kidd

ers, his stylish pompadour highl

nother word, I cut in

are not letting Leo get to us. If an

before I s

at bitch is h

g, cocky voice-**grated against m

, ready to bolt, but then Dante leaned in,

twisted as

Just

glancing at me. Once. Then again. And

not

course,

d us, she stuck out her tongue in the

e looked

aughing, half horrified. "Al

r throne. "I'm not the one engaged to him. I can make

yebrow. "Don'

lit up like a Chris

it," she said,

w tha

ed tha

eyes. "What ar

xcitement. "Your engagement w

y. It was in the papers,

ightly terrifying grin

have the most

larm bells blaring

that gorgeous black hair of y

. "What

st mine, her eyes glinting

he purred, "we're about