Page 86 of Made for Reign

“Reign has some master plan,” I whisper, glancing around to make sure no one is listening. “He says he’s going to get me out of this mess.”

Violet and Iris exchange a look I can’t quite interpret.

“What?” I ask, suddenly paranoid. “What was that look?”

“Nothing,” Violet says too quickly, focusing intently on her freshly painted toes. “I’m sure Reign knows what he’s doing.”

“That wasn’t nothing,” I press, looking between them. “You two know something I don’t.”

Iris shrugs, avoiding my eyes. “We just think it’s interesting that he seems to have everything figured out.”

“What does that mean?” I lean closer, my voice barely audible over the spa’s ambient music.

Violet shoots Iris a glare before turning back to me.

“It means that you should trust the process. Reign clearly cares about you. He’ll figure it out. He’s got resources. Connections.”

“And biceps that could crush walnuts,” Iris adds with a smirk.

I’m about to demand more details when the spa attendant approaches with a tray of cucumber water. We fall silent, accepting the refreshments with practiced smiles. When she leaves, I try to return to the conversation, but Violet smoothly changes the subject.

“So, what are you wearing tonight? Please tell me it’s not one of those awful Chanel dresses.”

“Actually, Reign arranged for a stylist to meet us at the hotel,” I admit. “Three dresses to choose from, shoes, jewelry, everything.”

“Of course, he did,” Iris says, rolling her eyes affectionately. “The man doesn’t miss a detail.”

“It’s sweet,” Violet insists. “He wants this night to be perfect for you.”

“I just wish—” I start, but I’m interrupted by a commotion at the front desk.

My heart nearly stops when I see who’s standing there, towering over the receptionist. Reign, in dark jeans and a button-down that stretches across his broad shoulders, his presence instantly dominating the delicate spa atmosphere. Several women openly stare as he scans the room. His expression softens when he sees me. He walks toward our pedicure station with a confident stride that makes my stomach flip.

“Afternoon, ladies,” he says with a grin. “Enjoying yourselves?”

“Immensely,” Iris purrs, giving him an appreciative once-over. “You certainly know how to treat a girl’s friends right.”

Reign’s focus remains on me, his eyes taking in every detail of my face. “Everything okay, Princess?”

“Everything’s perfect,” I assure him. “I thought you had meetings this afternoon?”

“Finished early.” He glances at his watch. “Just wanted to check in before your appointments wrapped up.”

The receptionist approaches nervously.

“Mr. Mitchell, would you like to wait in our lounge? We can bring you a beverage while the ladies finish their treatments.”

“I’m good, thanks.” His eyes never leave mine. “Actually, there’s been a slight change of plans. The stylist called. She can only meet us an hour earlier than scheduled.”

“Oh,” I wiggle my freshly painted toes. “I think we’re almost done here anyway.”

Violet nudges me with her elbow. “Go. We’ll finish up and meet you back at the hotel.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” Iris chimes in with a mischievous grin. “I want at least another twenty minutes of this foot massage.”

I carefully slip my feet into the spa sandals, standing to join Reign. His hand immediately finds the small of my back, that simple touch sending electricity through my entire body.

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