You Don't Belong

ARIANA'S POV

The red dress fit like a second skin—elegant, seductive, and unapologetically bold. A limited-edition piece from an elusive Parisian designer, it shimmered under the soft lights of my vanity mirror, catching every slant of shadow like it was born to be admired.

Hardin was going to lov...

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