If there was an Academy Award for "Acting Like Your Life Isn't a Dumpster Fire," I would have a golden statue on my mantelpiece right now.I stepped out of the restroom with my chin held high, my spine straight, and the plastic evidence of my impending doom tucked into the hidden pocket of my clutch. My heart was thundering so loudly I was surprised Jade couldn't hear it. I felt like I was carrying a live grenade."Finally," Jade hissed, grabbing my arm. "You look less like a ghost and more like a Victorian waif who’s about to faint. Dominic is pacing the hallway. I think he’s already intimidated three museum donors and a waiter.""He has that effect on people," I muttered. "It’s his only personality trait."We rounded the corner, and there he was. Dominic was leaning against a marble pillar, his arms crossed over his chest. The tuxedo made him look broader, more imposing, and entirely too much like the master of the universe. When he saw me, his eyes narrowed, scanning me from head t
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