FREYA'S POV
The blinding lights from the cameras flashed brightly against my eyes as I walked the red carpet with elegance and grace in a beautiful Louis Vuitton dress.
“Miss Ford! Over here... over here! You look gorgeous!”
I gave a smile as I walked back, a round of applause filling the air. I smiled to myself as I headed to my dressing room. I had one of Nick’s galas to attend, and I was already so tired—but there was no way I could tell Nick I wasn’t going to make it.
I sat in front of the mirror as my stylists redid my hair and makeup. A black dress was already laid out for me.
“Miss Ford, there’s someone here to see you,” one of my staff said. I was pissed—already tired as it was.
“Who the f**k is it?”
“She said her name is Blake, and she said she has information for you.”
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