KYLA
Kyla struggled to keep her breath steady as she wiped the red wine stain from her dress. She was damn sure Aurora was behind this, and for what account exactly?
She didn’t even know Carlos had a fiancée, and the thought of it made her sick in a weird kind of way.
The door creaked open, and Aurora stepped in, elegantly walking to stand beside her.
Now Kyla remembered why this woman looked familiar. Aurora was a well-known model.
She’d heard Chelsea talk about her runway shows a few times.
Who would know she was the bitchy fiancée of a man who gave Kyla her first orgasm last night?
The silence was heavy, only broken by the running water.
“The waiters should really learn to be professional.” Aurora said coolly. “I hope your dress isn’t too ruined, Miss Harper.”
Kyla could imag
