Tracy's POVIf there was one thing people needed to understand about me, it was this: I hated being told what to do.It didn't matter whether it was my father, my assistant, my stylist, or one of the dozen bodyguards he kept assigning to me every few months. The answer was always the same.No. I was twenty-four years old and I wasn't a child yet somehow, everyone treated me like I couldn't survive a day without someone following me around.Unfortunately for them, I had become an expert at disappearing. "Miss Campbell, your father asked that we accompany you."I glanced over my shoulder at the two security guards trailing behind me through the luxury shopping district and I rolled my eyes. "You've accompanied me enough." I replied rudely. "Miss—""I said go home." I snapped at them and immediately, they exchanged nervous looks. Poor guys,dad had probably threatened to fire them if they lost me again.I slipped into a designer boutique, waited exactly thirty seconds, then exited throug
Last Updated : 2026-08-10
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