CINDY’S POV
The moment we stepped into La Belle, a blast of chilly air from the boutique’s AC hit me like a slap, biting my skin. But it did nothing to cool the fire scorching my cheeks since Damian’s epic, smug, and sexy appearance at Lily, calling me out for swooning over him, to Vicky.
Oh, Cindy, what have you done?
His words from that day —his hands, his lips, everything— just kept flashing in my head, making my stomach twist with shame and something hotter I didn’t want to name.
Vicky’s grip on my arm yanked me deeper into the boutique.
The place was pure luxury, with soft jazz humming through hidden speakers, racks of designer dresses glowing under crystal chandeliers, and glass cases of jewelry gleaming as if they cost more than my car.
My eyes darted to a sleek black gown, th
