Chapter Thirty Two.
Dinah's POV
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I stared at the mirror, my reflection giving me a look that screamed: "You sure you wanna do this, babe?"
I sighed, my eyes falling.
Maybe I wasn't ready to do this. Maybe I wasn't ready for any of... This.
Tonight was the party. THE party. Elyxion’s annual PR feast where champagne flowed like tap water and influencers pretended to know about fashion. And after the slap heard around the fashion industry, I was expected to show up, smile, and play pretty.
Under the scrutiny of so many people.
"No pressure," I muttered, adjusting the emerald-green dress clinging to me like a second skin. It had a thigh slit that could start wars and enough shine to blind a man... twice.
Ruth had helped me pick it out.
"You walk in like THAT, and no one’s gonn
