I was staring at my closet like it had personally wronged me. Half the clothes inside were either too cozy for a dinner out, too scandalous to wear in front of people I hadn’t dated for six years, or outfits I hadn’t even picked out.
Most were new, tags still on, high-end brands I’d never afford on my own. Courtesy of Dario’s extravagant taste—and his obsessive need to make sure I looked the part of someone who lived in a mansion guarded like Fort Knox.
But tonight wasn’t about Dario.
It was about Finn.
That realization alone made me reach for my oversized hoodie again, out of sheer panic.
“No,” Maya said firmly, snatching it from my hands like I was a misbehaving toddler. “We’re not doing hoodie girl tonight. You’re not going to hide in your emotionally distressed, fleece-lined comfo
