Amber’s POV
"I'm not going".
"You are".
"I said no".
Enzo didn't even bother looking up from the tablet in his hand as he sat across from me in the back seat of the SUV.
"And I ignored you". He said, and got a glare from me.
This man was unbelievable.
It had been exactly twelve hours since I received that terrifying anonymous text message, and my anxiety was already hanging by a thread.
I barely slept all night, wondering who sent it.
Did someone know that truth?
Was I being watched? Blackmailed? Killed?
Okay, maybe not killed.
Yet.
But instead of allowing me time to panic peacefully, Enzo suddenly announced this morning that I needed a "wardrobe adjustment".
Which apparently meant dragging me across half of Moonbloom to the most expensive luxury district in existence.
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