Chapter 35 The Greek God

• Chloe
• I stared at the rows of dresses in front of me, my expression blank. They were all undeniably beautiful—the kind of elegance that belonged at charity galas and high-society events. But I wasn’t looking for something beautiful tonight.
• Amy, still fumbling to keep up with me, carefully held out another option. “How about this one, ma’am?” Her voice shook slightly, and I didn’t miss the way she almost tripped over herself in her rush to please me.