The weekend had flown by faster than I could blink, and now I was standing in front of a full-length mirror, wearing a dress I hadn’t picked, about to get into a car I hadn’t asked for, on my way to a gala I absolutely did not want to attend.
I sighed dramatically, adjusting the sleek black dress for the fifteenth time. It fit too perfectly, hugging every inch of me in a way that made me want to both admire and curse Dario’s taste. The high slit on the side was borderline scandalous, but I supposed that was the point. He wanted me to turn heads.
Too bad I planned on rolling my eyes the entire night.
My phone vibrated on the dresser, and I snatched it up, already knowing who it was.
Dario: If you’re not downstairs in two minutes, I’m carrying you out.
I smirked, thumbs moving fast.
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