-MIA-
Hi, Tess," I said with a smile. I walked into the private fitting room at the back of the upscale department store just after lunch.
I’d booked the appointment today because I needed a dress for the fundraiser gala.
Well… Needed was a stretch. Linda’s closet was a temple of designer gowns, each one would’ve turned heads.
But I didn’t want borrowed beauty. I wanted something that felt like me. Something to remind me I wasn’t just a stand-in for someone else’s perfect life.
Or that I wasn’t pining after someone else’s boyfriend.
Back at the café, Asher had lost it when he saw me with Boyd. Even if he trusted his best friend, jealousy didn’t come with a leash. It snapped.
He was cruel, practically throwing our contract in my face. The idea of Boyd and me sneaking around behind hi
