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Dallas began panting, listing all the ways her husband and his friends tracked their enemies. She was relentless. No wonder she wore Romeo Costa down.
The woman could overthrow entire regimes with one tantrum.
“Do you want that?” She didn’t wait for me to answer, patting my shoulder. “You just stay here, okay?”
I wanted to say no. To tell her that I was beyond repair. But if Zach could find it in himself to push through and make a change… then, maybe I could, too.
“Okay.” I forced a smile. “I’ll wait.”
Imust have looked like the Beast after dolling up for dinner with Belle.
Overdressed.
Hair curled to submission.
Utterlyridiculous.
A puffy, pale-pink ballgown draped over my limbs. I felt like a pavlova.
“I bought it last week, but I can’t wear it, because…” Dallas gestured to her stomach, sighing. “Isn’t it so glitzy yet understated?”
So is a meringue cake, which is exactly what I look like.
But I grinned, because even though I felt absurd, I also felt…happy.
My new friend fluttered around me, placing butterfly clips in my hair and squeezing so much gloss on my lips that it looked like a beehive exploded on my mouth.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d worn makeup. I didn’t even own mascara.
Dallas trapped another tight curl behind a clip and stepped back, dusting her hands as she admired her handiwork. “Girl, you look like Candice Swanepoel.”
I tapered my eyes. “Was that in English?”
She laughed. “The Victoria’s Secret model?”
“I don’t watch TV,” I mumbled.
She laughed harder. This was why Ari was my only female friend.
Dallas tugged at my hands, dragging me out of the guest room with a proud grin. “Come.”
We both still wore our ridiculous bracelets.
“I want everyone in the ballroom to see that you’re hot shit. And then I want someone to hit on you and for Zach to go all possessive on your ass. The way he sliced that idiot…” She plastered the back of her hand to her forehead and pretended to faint. “Swoon.”
“I still don’t know how he got away with it.” I gathered the many skirts of my ballgown to avoid breaking a leg.
This shit was heavy.
Dallas pressed her hand to her lips. “Oh, my sweet summer child. Zachary Sun isbigger than the law.”
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Where does that put me if I piss him off?
I descended each stair slowly, gripping both the wall and Dallas’ arm to keep us upright. How did women wear heels? I’d have an easier time balancing on circus crutches.
She laced her arm in mine. “So… do you have many friends in Seoul?”
