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The stylists had us strip down to our undergarments to help us in putting on the heavy dresses.

While I knew Ray wouldn't allow his eyes to trail my body in front of all these people, I could still feel his gaze on me.

His eyes left goosebumps crawling across my skin.

"Are you cold, Princess?" One of the stylists frowned.

I could feel my face heat up at her question, and my eyes involuntarily met Ray's. He was standing across the room, leaning against the wall. He looked like a carving of an ancient god, minus the suit.

"No," I replied, a breathless and somewhat frantic laugh coming...