Dinner With Ares

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CHAPTER 297

~Ella's POV~

The next day felt like a blur of nerves and second-guessing. Ares was impossible. He was arrogant, unapologetically charming, and entirely too good at getting under my skin.

I spent most of the morning convincing myself that dinner with him was a mistake. That I should call and cancel. That I wasn't some starry-eyed fool ready to fall for his smirk and smooth words again.

And yet, when the clock struck six, I stood in front of my closet, staring at a pile of rejected outfits on my bed.

"What are you even doing, Ella?" I muttered to myself, tugging at the hem of a sleek black dress I'd finally settled on. 

It was simple but flattering, the neckline just daring enough to make a statement without looking like I was trying too hard.