Alexia Skylar Hale“Ready,” I breathed out, studying my reflection one last time. The black dress hugged my body without trying too hard, soft fabric sliding against my skin every time I moved. My right leg peeked through the slit, paired with black heels that were already starting to hurt but looked too good to take off.I headed downstairs, the click of my heels echoing through the quiet house. Ace waited at the bottom, scrolling through his phone, jaw sharp, suit black and expensive, and annoyingly attractive. His eyes lifted when he heard me, a slow sweep from my face down to my heels.“You look beautiful,” he said, voice low.“You’re not so bad yourself,” I shot back. He took my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, leading me outside while yelling, “Guys, let’s move.”His men quickly got into the black SUVs, engines rumbling behind us. A few minutes later, we pulled into the driveway of his parents’ mansion — grand, loud, warm, and nothing like the life I used to
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