Amelia

I was beautiful, classy, and powerful. I’d always gotten everything I wanted, exactly when I wanted it.

Nobody, and I mean nobody, had ever spoken to me the way Jace Monroe did tonight. Not in my entire life.

He’d insulted me, called me cheap, and rejected me in front of both our families. All because of that pathetic, low-life girl who’d sat there in her borrowed elegance, pretending she belonged at the same table as people like us.

And his father, Richard Monroe himself, had ...