What it is about
Backstage at the awards gala, in my custom haute couture gown, I watched my fiancé, Julian, slap a black card right across Bella’s face.
"It’s just a dress. On Chloe, it’s high fashion. On you? You look cheap."
Just as I felt a wave of warmth from his defense, glaring floating text flashed before my eyes.
[Ha! That’s not what he was whispering in the VIP dressing room yesterday.]
[The male lead is only with her for her family's fortune and industry connections.]
When Bella pulled out their secret matching necklace, I froze—it was identical to the custom piece around my neck.