Ariana’s POV
It started with a box.
A small, sleek, matte black box sitting on my bed when I walked into my room after my shower.
There was a note on top of it. His handwriting. Sharp. Messy.
Wear this.
I’m picking you up at eight.
I stared at it for a second, heart tripping like a drumbeat in my chest.
I hadn’t known we were going anywhere. Roman had barely spoken a word since the video incident blew over. Since he forced Maddi to go public and deny it. Since he held me in his arms after and made me forget the world.
But now… this.
I opened the box.
My breath hitched.
Red. Silk. Barely-there.
The dress inside was fire. Deep crimson, with thin straps and a dangerously low back. The front dipped low between my breasts, the fabric clinging like it had been custom-made for me. It
