That’ll teach that b***h not to piss me off. But seriously, what the f**k am I doing? The time I should be using to plan my escape, I’m spending getting ready for a party with Dante. This is so f*****g stupid. And why the hell did I even react that way? It’s not like I’m jealous or anything. I just don’t like seeing that b***h all over him. That’s totally different. Totally.
I finish getting ready and take a final look at myself in the mirror. The silver dress I picked hugs my body like a second skin, showing just enough but not too much. Paired with silver stilettos, my legs look like they go on forever. My hair is slicked back into a ponytail, my makeup is light but flawless. I look good. Great.
Just as I’m admiring myself, the door swings open, and Dante steps in. His eyes immediately
