Liam had sent over an elegant gown in a deep, striking shade of wine red, accompanied by a pair of high heels that screamed sophistication. I held the heels in my hands, staring at them with disdain.
"Why do rich people always find ways to make life more uncomfortable?" I muttered under my breath. The dress was beautiful, no doubt, but the heels? Absolutely not. I couldn’t fathom why anyone would willingly endure the pain of balancing on those torture devices.
Sighing, I tossed the shoes onto the bed and ran my hand over the fabric of the dress. "This is why I hate rich people," I said to myself, already dreading the evening ahead.
Two maids entered the room, their movements efficient and precise as they set about helping me get dressed. They carefully unfolded the elegant wine-red gown
