OLIVIA’S POV
The gala was in four days.
Jaden had mentioned it the evening before with his usual economy of words. A major industry event. Significant attendance. Required appearance.
“The stylist will come on Thursday. Be ready by seven on Friday.”
I nodded and said of course and went back to my book.
But now standing in front of the wardrobe four days later in a gown that probably cost more than three months of my old rent I was having a quieter version of the same feeling I always had before these events.
Am I ready to do this again?
The answer was always yes because the contract said yes. But the question kept arriving anyway.
Clara knocked at six forty five to tell me the car was ready. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. The gown was deep green. Floor length. The
