Stealing from Daughter!

Juliana groaned, sprawled out on her bed like a starfish in distress, her hair fanned out around her as she stared at the ceiling.

Her room looked like a hurricane had hit her wardrobe—dresses flung everywhere, shoes tossed about like casualties of war.

And still, nothing. Not one damn dress that would do her justice tonight.

"Dammit!"

She cursed again, the word echoing off the walls as she threw an arm over her face.

"I can't believe this. Of all days... today's the day I need to look my hottest, and I've got nothing!"

And of course, it had to be tonight. With him. The man who made her knees buckle and her heart race. Artis.

That smug bastard had specifically told her to wear the sexiest dress she had, and she'd be damned if she showed up looking anything less than a walking wet dream.