Freya

The Bugatti La Voiture Noire purred like a satisfied predator as it rolled to a stop on the red carpet. The sound alone made heads turn. Good. That was exactly the reaction I wanted.

I waited for a second, letting the moment build, before the guard opened my door. I stepped out slowly, the cool night air brushing against my skin. The dress hugged me perfectly. Cameras flashed like crazy. Gasps and whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.

Let them stare.

Zoey stepped out right behind me, looking every bit as unbothered and lethal as I felt. She smirked and leaned in close. “They’re already losing their minds....