Ava's POV
I knew I looked good. No, that was degrading it. I look stunning. The teal satin floor-length gown, shimmering in teal sequins, perfectly clung to my figure. The asymmetrical neckline of the dress drew attention to my beaded necklace, while the curls I had worked into my hair cascaded down my shoulders like waves. My makeup was elegant, and though my new pointy heels were painful, they completed the look. Yet, despite practicing my smile in the mirror, I couldn't shake the storm brewing inside me.
I didn’t want to be there.
The gala was the long-awaited product launch for Kyle’s anonymous company, hosted at one of the most upscale halls in the city. Being part of the backbone team for this launch meant I had to attend, but the thought of stepping into a room where Kyle and Lil
