Aurora stood in front of the mirror wearing a dress the color of night. It was silk, simple, and cut to her knees with a neckline that dipped to show the top of her breast. Lucian had sent the stylist again, but this time he had added a note in his own handwriting that read; "Wear your hair down. I like it down."She left it down, It fell past her shoulders in dark waves that made her look softer than she felt. Lucian appeared in the doorway. He wore a dark suit with no tie, and his collar open. He looked like a man who had already decided the evening would end badly."You look beautiful," he said."You're not looking at the dress.""I'm looking at you." He moved behind her, his hands settling on her hips. His eyes met hers in the mirror. "My uncle will be there tonight, He's on the board, He's a difficult man.""I can handle difficult.""He's more than difficult, He's the reason I learned to be ruthless." His fingers tightened. "If he says something cruel, ignore it. If he provokes y
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