KIRA’S POV
The dress looks absolutely breathtaking on you, Ma’am,” Emma, the stylist and makeup artist, remarked as she tied the ends of the dress.
The dress was a floor-length purple gown, strapless, hugging my curves in all the right places. It was backless, except for the delicate straps that formed a zigzag and were tied just above my waist. I stood staring at myself in the mirror.
She was right—I did look breathtaking. My dark hair cascaded down my shoulders, and my silver jewelry made me look somewhat like royalty. If only I felt as good as I looked.
Today was… well, you probably guessed it…Dylan and Kayla’s engagement dinner. And I was dreading the event.
It had been two days since my kiss with Adrian, and one thing was painfully clear: Adrian Vasillios wished it had never happ
