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“You’ll do great tomorrow,” he adds. “I just know it.”

I nod. “I’m starting to believe that.”

But it’s after I say goodnight to Liam and I start to get ready for bed that I notice it.

When I take off my underwear, I see a familiar wet spot in my panties.

“Oh, shit,” I mutter.

I’m wet with slick.

Wetter than I’ve been in months.

11

APRIL

“The gala istonight?”Skylar squeals into the phone. “Oh my god, do you have anything to wear?”

“Actually, yes.” I stand in the massive closet that I hadn’t explored the night before, poring over the different dress options in garment bags. The dresses are suspiciously my size, along with the boxes of designer shoes that fill the shelves.

I have a feeling Donovan is behind this. I would have balked at having clothes picked out for me, but since the event is tonight, I’m grateful I don’t have to find a dress last minute.

But I’m out of my element. I don’t need to know the prices to realize the combined dollar amount of everything in this closet is double my yearly salary at the café.

I could run away with three pairs of shoes to cover the rent, too.

It’s ridiculous.

“Okay, so what’s the plan?” my best friend asks. “Have you guys talked about?—”

“I can’t tell you anything, really,” I interrupt her. “I know you’re dying to know about it, but I signed an NDA. There isnothing elseI can say about them.”

“Wait, so are you actually dating them, or not?”

“Skylar,” I sigh. “I’m dating them, okay? That’s what you need to know.”

Skylar’s silent for a moment over the phone. “Well, shit,” she mutters. “Congrats, I guess.”

“IS THAT APRIL?” a voice shrieks from the background.

“Tell Devyn I say hi, too,” I laugh. Her constant support and excitement reminds me of why I’m doing this. The café wouldn’t be the same without her.

I can schmooze with rich people for a few hours if it means keeping the ones I care about employed.

And if I get to wear a dress worth as much as my car, then why not?

“I will,” Skylar murmurs. I can tell she wants to ask more questions, but I won’t be able to answer them.

I’m not about to violate an NDA just because my best friend is too damn nosy for her own good.

It is one of the reasons I love her, though.

“Hey, there is one more thing, though,” I say as I pull a deep burgundy dress out of a garment bag. “And I need you to just listen and not ask a bunch of questions. This is important, Skye.”

“You got it. What is it?”

“Do you remember that online donation account my mom had when we were both…missing?”

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