By the time the stylist zipped up my gown, my hands were trembling.“Mrs. Blackwood, you look stunning,” she said, stepping back to admire her work.I barely heard her.The dress clung to my body like it had been designed with intention—to announce, to display, to claim. Gold fabric shimmered against my skin, elegant yet bold. I looked like I belonged in Lucas Blackwood’s world.And that terrified me.The door opened, and Lucas walked in.For a brief second, the room fell silent.He wore a black tuxedo, sharp and immaculate, his presence filling the space without effort. His dark eyes swept over me slowly, lingering longer than necessary. Something unreadable flickered across his face.“You’ll do,” he said finally.I scoffed. “High praise.”“This event is important,” he continued, ignoring my comment. “The press will be there. Investors too. Stay close to me. Smile when they smile. Speak only w
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