CATALINA
Miguel’s eyes were fixed on me, heavy with something unreadable. His posture had changed—more rigid, more alert.
I knew this dress would catch his attention. That was the point. I didn't trust Gabriella to get a dress that would turn heads. I feel like she's out to get me.
A fitted red gown hugged my curves, the fabric smooth like liquid silk. The neckline dipped low, exposing just enough skin to make a statement but not enough to be indecent. A slit ran up my leg, giving me freedom of movement, while the delicate diamond earrings I had chosen added an air of elegance. I swayed my hips rhythmically as I walked. I'm a dancer after all. I could be a seductress if I wanted. I wanted revenge for what happened with Miguel. I wanted him to desire me so much that his body hurt from
