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I’m kidding, babe. I’m going to shower and get dressed.
Don’t tease me.
Aroused, I gnawed on my bottom lip, wondering what to text next.
It’s yours, Aug. You can have it whenever you’re ready.
Say less.
I pressed my back against my bed and my cell to my chest. My legs swung wildly in the air.
“Ahhhhhhhhh! I think I’m in loooooooooove.”
Rome crossed my mind as the yelling concluded. Revealing I was falling head over heels for her security was on my list of things to do today. She’d manifested the connection and I was honored to tell her that it wasn’t a fluke.
August was the real deal. He was as good as it got. Everything I needed is everything he is.Everything I’ve ever needed. Evenas a work in progress, he was a safer space than any man I’d experienced.
Up from the bed and on the tips of my toes, I spun in full circles until I reached the bathroom. Excitement cruised through my veins. I spent months in a coma after being poisoned by someone I considered a friend. I didn’t think I’d ever be in ballet positions again.
Yet, I was preparing to perform in the largest production the Huff Theater of Clarke had experienced and I was alongside the girl who’d made sure what happened to me never happened to another person. She’d figured Aliza out. And, in return, Aliza committed herself to hell, where she belonged all along.
“Oh how God works.”
I started the shower and emptied my bladder. It was time to get the day started. Dinner with the Childers was in two hours. Tardiness was a sign of disrespect, and I had no intention of disrespectingThe Madamtoday. She’d never let me hear the end of it.
The home was crawlingwith red. Roses coated the outside and spilled into the interior.
“Champagne, ma’am?”
“Yes, of course.”
My hands rounded the flute as I rounded the staircase.
“There she is!” Rome’s voice was the first I noticed.
“Pretty, pretty.” Royce followed.
“You look stunning,” Roaman complimented.
“Thank you.”
My body heated from the flames his irises ignited. I hadn’t laid eyes on him yet, but I knew that his were stuck to me like glue. The cool flute rested against my lips as I followed the girls to the dinner table that stretched the length of the enormous great room.
Crimson.
Scarlett.
Coral.
Carmine.
Chili.
Persian.
Cherry.
Candied apple.
