CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
I pushed my friends away because I never wanted Dane to grow mistrust on me and yet despite having their own lives now, they would still fight for me. I wanted to ask Ray why they would still do that for me but I couldn’t form the words. Ever since we stepped in the bar, he’d been on calls, ranging from our office here in Paris down to every stylist and make-up artist. He seemed more determined about this. Whatever it was he was planning, I hoped it worked in a way to make Dane regret everything he ever did to me.
“Oh my God!” He exclaimed, glancing at his phone.
“What?” I asked, refilling my glass.
“I just found the perfect dress for you,” his gaze glowed with something akin to amazement.
“Oh. Can I see it?”
“Absolutely not. Now can you be a dear and not move a
