Heat exploded across Viola’s cheeks, turning them a deep crimson. She swallowed hard, struggling to gather her scattered composure as she looked at his reflection in the glass."Let me... let me finish getting ready, Sebastian," she whispered, her voice breathless. "I still have to do my hair."A faint, arrogant smirk touched the corner of his lips. He stepped back, giving her space."Five minutes," he said, turning toward the doorway. "I'm waiting downstairs."Viola let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding as he walked out.Moving quickly, she sat at the vanity. She wasn't someone who knew how to do heavy, elaborate makeup, so she kept it simple—sweeping dark mascara across her long lashes, applying a soft, rosy-nude tint to her plump lips, and gathering her long dark waves into an elegant, loose bun, letting a few soft curls frame her delicate face. She slipped into a pair of sleek black heels from the wardrobe, picked up a small clutch, and headed out of the suite
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