Nara’s POV
By 8 PM sharp, your girl was ready.
And no, let’s get one thing straight right now — I wasn’t dressing up for Nick. Hell no. This glow-up was strictly for me. A personal reminder that I’m still that girl. A statement. A loud, sparkling, in-your-face declaration to every man, woman, table, chair, chandelier, and overpriced bottle of champagne at that party tonight. A reminder that Nara Gold was nobody’s pity party.
They could keep their messy little love story. Nick and Jane? They honestly deserved each other. A pair of snakes slithering around in designer shoes. May their wine be sour and their zippers stuck.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, giving myself a once, twice, then a third appreciative look. I won't even lie — I looked like sin on legs.
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