Escola's POVWatching him rush after Azalea, something twisted in my chest. I almost couldn’t believe it. Seeing Ace Black, yes, Ace Black, the man my father wanted me to marry in support of his campaign, dashing after her like that made my heart flutter in a way I didn't expect.Why was I jealous? What the hell was wrong with me?In my mind, I had pictured someone else entirely. A rich, cold-blooded heir, puffed-up, full of himself, a caricature of arrogance. But it turned out to be Ace, and he looked utterly different in person tonight. His shirt was slightly rumpled, sleeves rolled up, and his face was etched with concern and panic that went beyond play-acting when he saw Azalea. I realized then I was drawn to something real. His worry, his immediate reaction… it touched something inside me.Even earlier at the bar when his text, “You’re late,” flashed on my phone, I’d felt irritated. I thought, 'Who does he think he is?' I sat in the car and was deliberately a few minutes late
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