Paige walks out of the closet, and suddenly, I’m no longer breathing. She twirls, her gown shimmering in the light. “Well?” She holds out her arms. “What do you think?” I struggle for words. “You look like… like… Fucking hell, kiska, you look incredible.” She blushes adorably. “I wanted to make an impression.” “You’ll do that and more. The men will be drooling and their women will be green with envy.” “I hope not.” She frowns. “I want them to like me.”
