MEEKA'S POV::I grab the porcelain sink, splashing cold water on my face, but it does nothing to cool the fire racing through my veins.The restroom feels too small, too bright, and utterly too loud with the pounding of my heart.I shouldn't be shaken. I was drunk, and it was just one night. One stupid, reckless night of mistake. So I should just calm down, wash my face, go back to the party, and act like the perfect fiancee I've always been.I nod at myself, smoothing down my dress. I give my lips a little more lipstick, retouch my makeup and breathe out slowly as I stare at myself in the mirror to make sure I'm perfect.I smile and pick my purse. But just when I'm about to walk out, the door clicks open, and I freeze.Slade steps in like the restroom belongs to him, shutting the door with a deliberate care. His reflection catches mine in the mirror, that damn smirk carved across his lips, like he's enjoying a private joke only he understands.“What are you doing here?” My voice come
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