CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
“So how long have you known him? The duke,” Vicky added in clarification. Belinda had paid her a visit and thirty minutes in and still they hadn’t shared anything credible. It made her nervous to be honest.
“Since I was born, probably,” she answered, retrieving a dress and handing it over to her with a look of indifference,” Try this,”
“Okay,” she took it with hesitation in her eyes.
In moderate steps, she made her way into the walk-in closet. It was no secret Belinda didn’t like her and it disturbed her. Weren’t his friends supposed to be supportive of him as much as his father was? She looked at the piece of fabric on her hand, the glimmer of the turquoise dress, mesmerizing her for a second. It dripped with elegance and luxury; two of her favorite things but it a
