Saturday Evening, 6:47 PM - The Penthouse

Eva’s POV

“I can’t do this,” I said for the fifteenth time, staring at myself in the mirror.

The dress was gorgeous…deep red, floor-length, with a slit that went to my mid-thigh. Cole had chosen it specifically because “red looks fucking incredible on you and I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

His words, not mine. Very possessive. Weirdly hot.

“You can do this,” Claire said from the bed, where she’d been providing moral ...