The next morning, I stood in front of my mirror wearing the dress Dominic had sent. The purple fabric draped perfectly, hugging curves I didn't know I had while still being elegant enough for a professional setting. The heels added just enough height to make me feel powerful instead of fragile.
I looked like someone who had her life together.
Too bad it was all a carefully constructed lie. I had a lot going on at the moment.
"Jas, breakfast is ready!" Lara's voice drifted through the apartment, followed by the smell of toast and eggs.
I grabbed my bag and headed to the kitchen, where Lara was already plating food. She glanced up, did a double take, and her jaw actually dropped.
"Holy shit." She set down the spatula with a clatter. "Where did you get that dress?"
"A gift." I slid into
