Four People, One Limo

Alora's Pov Tonight is the almighty gala, and Leyla hasn't been home since our blowout yesterday. Her room is exactly how she left it; a hurricane of glitter, makeup, shoes, and clothes scattered everywhere. The only thing missing is her overnight bag. Her phone still goes straight to voicemail. I’ve called. I've texted. Nothing. With a sigh, I toss my phone onto my bed and turn toward the mirror, smoothing down the midnight-blue gown Lucien had sent earlier this afternoon. It's beautiful, stunning even. The silk drapes over my figure perfectly, like it was actually made just for me (Won't be surprised though, Lucien does the most 'out of mind' things for impression). It's easily the most expensive thing I've ever worn. But every time I look at myself, I don't see luxury. I see another chain. Lucien's words in the hospital hallway echo in my head. "Think carefully, Alora... and make up your mind." Damn him. Even though he didn't spell it out, we all know the s

Everyone Hates My Fiancée

Lucien’s Pov Nobody speaks. As he car glide through the street of Manhattan, the silence grows heavier with every block. Across from me, Alora keeps her eyes fixed outside. She'll look at anything except the people in this car. She'd stare at buildings, traffic, and pedestrians we've already driven past. She smooths invisible wrinkles from her dress, adjusts the clasp on her purse, and then starts picking at a fingernail. Anything to avoid looking at me. Leyla's scrolls through her phone with intense concentration like we're not in the car. Marcel is the only one who can't tolerate the silence. He looks from one face to another before clearing his throat. "So..." Nothing. Not a single person acknowledges him. He laughs awkwardly. "I know it isn't official yet, but..." Another pause. Then, he looks directly at Alora. "Congratulations on your engagement, Alora." I instantly hear Alora's stomach grumble, her shoulders stiffen. She's tensed. He looks between m

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Four People, One Limo

Everyone Hates My Fiancée