THE CEO'S MARRIAGE PROPOSAL
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nt roared with sizzling oil, the crackling sound almos
er order for ta
r arm. The familiar smell of fried batter and garlic-soy glaze clung to her hair and clothes. She set the
e. Then a stream of impatient vibrations,
t, reaching for a
ehind, exasperated, "if you don't answer
Jessica snatched h
save me!" came Sophia
me? Please tell me you didn't lock y
up on a blind date tonight. With some rich jerk. He
canc
a driver. He'll probabl
g where this was going. "No. Absolutel
etend to be me for one night. Make
And what if this guy
have to see him aga
his was ridiculous. Her friend always dragged he
. "Remember that karaoke night when your ex showed up drunk? Who pulled you out the b
yes shut. "Fine! But if I get
o squealed. "Driver's on th
e click
her phone in des
Everything about the room screamed wealth-plush carpet, designer shoes line
e was Jessica
flawless foundation, smoky eyeliner, rosy lips.
d all this makeu
a runway show. "Yes. You're me tonight. W
rrected. "The goal is t
her closet, a shimmering midnight-blue slip that Ha
rvously at the hem. The fabric clung
h," she
around her neck. "Just say something weird, like you coll
born looking like a magazine cover. I... I look
ly on Jessica's shoulders. "
ng clutch her friend shoved at her. "I
thank me
a sleek black car, Jessica had a sink
ramas. Chandeliers spilled golden light across tables draped in white
wed the hostess toward a private booth at the far end. Her clutc
, drink, be unlikab
she s
suit hugging his tall frame. Even before he looked
lifted, her
eous. Sharp jawline, dark eyes that seemed to str
ce was low, controlled, with
and slid into the seat across from
h he could see through her disguise. H
h heir. Spoiled and a
sica snatched her glass and
yebrow rose
g a smirk. "I hate small talk