Aliya’s POV
I stood before the mirror, fixing the hem of my red strapless million-dollar gown, but no matter how much I adjusted it, it still looked crooked to me.
Was I still hurting from Nick’s behavior? Yes, I was. But was I planning to let that get the better of me? That was a question I had no answer to.
One thing was certain tonight—it may not be between Nick and me, but Philip would finally know who he was dealing with, and I would strip him of every penny I made him have.
“Oh my God.”
I stared at Brooke through the mirror. She stood by my room’s door, mouth agape and in awe.
I had invited her over earlier. I figured it would be nice to have someone around before the gala other than Nick.
“You look so beautiful, Aliya,” Brooke remarked as she approached me.
I turned to look
