Page 98 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
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"Hmm."
She rises to her feet, "I really do love the dress. It’s audacious, outrageous. It’s so not you, that it is you."
I straighten, survey myself, one last time. It made sense in a funny Karma-esque way. "You're right. This time."
She meets my gaze in the mirror. Her eyes are too bright.
"Do you have something in your eyes, Karma?"
"Of course not." She turns her head aside to wipe her cheek. "Come on, you want to be on time."
"On the contrary." I grin. "Let’s not."
