Aliya’s POV

I had spent hours looking my absolute best.

My long brunette hair flowed down my shoulders like silk, my lips were painted in a killer red that could stop traffic, my lashes curled to perfection, and the red silk gown I wore tied everything together like a ribbon on a lethal gift.

This wasn’t just another evening, and it damn sure wasn’t just another dinner.

My fingers clenched around my phone as I sat in the backseat of the car, eyes glued to the screen, waiting for a response from the number that had texted me yesterday at the party. I had texted back almost immediately, giving a...