~Ava's POV~ The next evening, I stood in front of the mirror, barely recognizing myself. Dominic had sent a stylist earlier to glam me up, and she did a really grat job. The dress was emerald green silk that hugged every curve before flowing to the floor. My hair was swept up, showing off the diamond earrings Dominic had included with the dress. And on my left hand was a blue diamond engagement ring that probably cost more than my parents' mortgage. "Ready?" Dominic appeared in the doorway, looking devastating in a black suit. "No." "Good. Fear keeps you sharp." He held out his arm. "Let's go remind them who you are." — The Hart Recovery Gala was being held at the Metropolitan Club. It was a huge, very fancy, crawling with Manhattan's elite, and so many cameras eating up the even and feeding it to the media. Our car pulled up, and I saw the red carpet, the photographers, and the crowd. My stomach turned and I had to take in a deep breath. "Second thoughts?" Dominic asked, s
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