Aria Vale.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my nerves through the roof. I was dressed in a soft, flared A-line satin gown that fell to my heels; my hair was wavy, and my makeup was lightly done.
I stood on the Saint Laurent stilettos Nathaniel had ordered to my room.
“You look so beautiful," Jessica said over the FaceTime call.
“There’s no way to get rid of feeling like a fraud.”
“I would feel like a fraud too,” Jessica consoled.
My door was knocked on, and it was his bodyguard. “Mr. Anfield ordered me to drive you to the company?”
I had my heart in my throat, but I nodded. “Let’s go then.”
Once in front of the company premises, I had my heart beat triple at the sight of paparazzi in their swarm.
“I thought it was just a small interview in the company suite room.” I
