The Burned Dress, My Scarred Legs

At the Jace family gala, I showed up wearing the exact same designer gown as Ethan's first love, Heather.

His face darkened instantly. He shot me a freezing look and ordered his men to burn my dress right then and there.

"Cecilia, don't you have any self-respect? Heather is too sweet to say anything, but I won't let you stand in front of her looking like a cheap imitation."

The searing heat hit me in an instant. The fabric was devoured by flames, and a blistering pain shot up my legs.

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