Vionne’s POV
“Holy crap! What?” I exclaimed, pupils blown wide, hands flying to my gaping mouth.
A dress from Louis Vuitton.
This particular dress—I had recently seen it on their page and saved it because I loved it. It was worth fifty thousand dollars.
Pink. Silk. Soft. Adorned with beads, and a beautiful slit.
Something paused inside me.
This can never be a coincidence. Something was actually wrong. Someone was stalking me?
Even if someone was really stalking me, how the hell did the person know about a dress I saved in my phone just two days ago?
I haven’t even left my small house.
Thinking of this, fear gripped my throat. I shifted slightly on the bed, still holding the gown, in complete awe.
Maddie sent this… something screamed in my head. I was definitely going to agree wit
