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SLOANE
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my fingers fidgeting with the delicate fabric of my dress.
The dress was stunning—an elegant, form-fitting piece that hugged my curves in all the right places, its deep shade of navy blue contrasting against my fair skin.
The silk material cascaded down to my ankles, the slit on one side revealing just enough of my leg to be enticing but not scandalous.
My heels clicked softly against the hardwood floor as I shifted, adjusting the straps of the dress before sighing.
I did not want to go.
But I had to.
Aiden had asked, and with my brother watching, I hadn’t been able to say no. It wasn’t that Aiden was unpleasant—he was actually charming in his own way—but my heart wasn’t in it.
My heart…
I exhaled, pressing my hands t
