Page 97 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife

"Nice flowers. Your favorites?"

I glance down at the burst of colors. "Aren’t they beautiful? Wonder who got them for me?"

"Maybe Amelie or Isla?" She leans forward, brushes a piece of lint from one of the panels of my dress.

"Maybe." I shift my weight between my feet. "And you haven't answered the question."

Her lips quirk, "Which one?"

"You know," I huff out a breath. "How do I look, Karma?"

She puts distance between us, looks me up and down. Her eyebrows knit. "You look..." She bites her cheek.

"That bad, huh?" I swallow.

"You look... Not as I expected." Her face breaks into a grin. "You’re going to make such an impression."

Oh.The breath rushes out of me. "Not too much?"

"Yes, much." She brushes away a strand of hair from my temple. "Isn’t that what you were going for? To shock him?"

"Kind of." My heart begins to hammer. "Maybe I should forget about—"

"No."

She grips my hand. "You are strong, gorgeous, one hell of a woman. No one can show you up. No one. You are the queen of all you survey, who can have anything you want. You were born to live an epic life, on your terms. You are going to fulfill your destiny and no alphahole can take that away from you, for you own your power. You are you."

I blink, "Wow."

Her eyebrows furrow, then she straightens herself, pulls away. I swoop down and grab her arm. "Did you mean everything you said?"

She hesitates, then glances away.

"Do you believe in me, Karma?"

She draws in a breath, then tilts her head up. "I do."

Something in my chest lightens. Tears prick the backs of my eyes, and I blink them away. "Thank you."

She nods, shuffles her feet, then peers up at me from under her eyelids, "I also believe in this dress that I created for you."

"Ha." I toss my head. "I can't believe you turned it around so quickly." I grip her shoulder. "Thank you, Sis."

Her chin wobbles.

For a second, I am sure she’s going to hug me. I move forward, but she ducks, drops down, straightens the skirt of my dress.

"Your little speech earlier," I wrinkle my brow. "It wasn’t from a movie, was it?"

"No."

"Then?"

"Something I read in a self-help book."

"You read self-help books?"

"Naah." She hesitates, "Happened to find it on the tube. I read a few pages, and the sentiment of it stuck with me."