Fifty Shades Of Lovia
Isabella called, waving me over with that radiant smile I used to adore.
I returned the smile, hugged her tight, and kissed her cheek.
“You look like a goddess,” I complemented, maintaining my smile.
“You look expensive,” she teased, twirling the edge of my dress.
She led me to the reserved table where he sat, Alexander McQueen her boyfriend.
The infamous Alexander , one of the Leaders of the YBA billionaire circle.
He's tall with a Clean-cut. That arrogant kind of pretty that wealth polishes like a trophy. His eyes scanned me the way a man assesses threat levels, but he smiled.