Ava Hayes had never been accused of cowardice. Not in debate club, not at work, and certainly not in life. But as the woman in the black dress stepped onto the terrace, every nerve in Ava’s body screamed one thing—run.
She didn’t. Not because she was brave, but because Ethan Carter was standing right beside her, and the last thing she wanted was to give him another reason to smirk and call her dramatic.
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