THE BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE: HIS HOUND CHOOSES ME
“Mrs. Vance has requested that I escort you through the mansion grounds. May I enter?”
My head snapped toward the door, then down to my ripped dress.
“A-A moment, please!” I called, my voice cracking.
I quickly smoothed down my white velvet gown, checking for any wrinkles.
On the floor, Bruno lifted his massive head from his paws, gave a sleepy yawn, and wagged his tail.
He looked completely unbothered.
I turned back toward the bed, my eyes landing on the dropped towel and basin on the floor.
My head began to race with questions.