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“I don’t know, but don’t just assume the worst until we have proof.”

“Oh, get off it,” Chloe snaps. “Coming from you, that’s a joke. Why don’t you give Henley the same forgiveness?”

“Henley?” Rebecca frowns as she looks between us. “You’re on with Henley?”

My eyes widen at Chloe. You did not just say that.

“I mean . . . what I was saying . . .” Chloe trips over her words as she tries to cover up her mistake.

“Chloe,” I snap. It’s too late now. “I went on a date with Henley a few years ago, and I didn’t know he lived here when I bought the house.”

Rebecca’s eyes widen. “What happened?”

“We had the best night ever, and then he ghosted me with his burner phone.”

Her eyes widen as she puts the pieces together. “Oh . . . fuck, that means . . . he liked you.”

“And now Taryn is out there rubbing her big boobs all over him, and I’m totally screwed because I still think he’s gorgeous when, in fact, he is actually a fucking asshole.”

She rolls her eyes into her drink. “Amen.”

“Listen, on to more important things,” Chloe interrupts. “Can someone just think of a plan to make Blake Grayson fall in love with me? I cannot date one more mediocre man.”

We all fall silent, lost in our own thoughts as we drink our wine.

“What are you going to do?” I eventually ask Rebecca.

“Keep my eyes and ears open, I guess. If something is going on, he’ll catch himself out. They always do.”

I put my hand over hers. “I’m sorry.”

She exhales. “Not as sorry as he’s going to be if I find something out.”

“I’m choosing to think innocent until proven guilty.” I smile hopefully.

She squeezes my hand. “Let’s hope.”

I look at my reflection in the mirror. “How much is it?” I pray as I wait for her reply.

“Four hundred and twenty.”

Fuck.

I puff air into my cheeks. I’m trying on formal gowns in a boutique. This one is a deep red; the top is like a corset with boning and the bottom a flowing skirt.

It is sensational.

“What look are you going for?” the shop assistant asks.

“I want to knock someone’s socks off.”

She smiles as she looks me up and down. “Then you have to buy this one.”

“I didn’t want to spend this much money.”

“You can’t fake quality, dear. You’ll have this for years. It’s timeless.”

“True.”

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