Allie Brooks adjusted the crimson evening gown Liam Hart had given her, the fabric hugging her frame like a second skin. The satin shimmered under the dim light, accentuating every curve she often hid beneath loose, unassuming clothes.
Her cheeks flushed as she recalled Liam’s smirk when he handed her the dress. “It suits you better than you think,” he had murmured before leaving the room.
Now, standing alone in the quiet suite, Allie felt both vulnerable and bold. The silence stretched, and when Liam didn’t return, an uneasy knot tightened in her chest.
I can’t just stand here waiting for him.
She decided to leave. Quietly. She couldn’t risk running into Adam Hart again, especially not dressed like this. If anyone questioned her presence, she wouldn’t have an explanation that made sen
