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My brother was still busy with his driving gig, so I had to go alone.
After the styling team worked their magic, I barely recognized myself in the mirror.
“Wow,” I thought, turning to check my reflection. This was me? Proof that the right clothes and makeup could do wonders.
When Zane walked in, he froze in the doorway, visibly stunned.
In his mind, I had always been this fragile, innocent girl. He had never seen me like this- confident, striking, radiant.
He stared at me, his gaze unwavering.
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I quickly snapped into character, smiling sweetly at him.
“Well? How do I look?”
Zane blinked and quickly regained his composure, reminding himself that his heart belonged to Jenna, his one true love–not the stand–in he had hired.
He straightened his posture, his expression turning cold.
“Don’t overthink this,” he said flatly. “I only asked you to come because I needed a date for the gala.”
I nodded in understanding, my face full of gentle consideration.
“I know. I won’t bother you.”
Zane gave a curt nod.
“The money-$100,000–has already been transferred to your account.”
I responded with even more devotion, looking at him like someone who loved him deeply but was willing to let him go for his happiness.
Zane took me to the gala, and the moment we walked in, all eyes turned to us.
I knew it wasn’t because of him–it was because of my face.
Everyone already knew Zane had hired a stand–in for Jenna. It was no secret among his
friends and acquaintances.
But I didn’t care.
As long as the money kept coming, I could handle a few judgmental stares.
While Zane mingled with the other wealthy elites, wine glass in hand, I knew my job as
his date was done.
I made my way to the buffet table. With so much good food on offer, I wasn’t about to let it go to waste.
I found a quiet comer, sat down, and started eating to my heart’s content.
But as enjoyed my meal, a starp voice interrupted me.
Amph, just look at her a clueless country bumpkin. I heard she’s from some backwater
I turned my head toward the source of the voice, confused.
It was a strange a woman I didn’t recognize glaring at me with disdain.
Are you talking about me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
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