The Billionaire's Bargain
she called out as I followed her instruction sitting down in front of the mirror.
“Stop twitching or I’m going to stab your eyeball,” Jess muttered, holding my chin with one hand and a liquid liner with the other. She had her own dress in, and it was still unzipped, and she was currently operating on one protein bar and the promise of champagne.
“I’m not twitching,” I said through my teeth. “I’m vibrating with poise and grace.”
She gave me a look that said, You wish, but she backed away to admire her handiwork. “There. You look like the goddess of revenge and reconciliation. Edward’s going to weep tears of gratitude, and wish he married you off to Alex and not dumb-ass Christian.”
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