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The purple sequined dress clung to me like a second skin. I ran my hands along the rough sequins sewn into the silky fabric. My mind still couldn’t wrap itself around being invited to this high society charity ball. I’d met the CEO of the non-profit organization at the bookstore a week ago. At first, I was worried when I realized he was following me around the store. He didn’t even seem to be trying to be discreet about what he was doing. When I turned and confronted him, he introduced himself and began to explain that he was smitten with me from the moment he saw me. My worries melted away. I got lost in his sea-green eyes and knew I would do anything he wanted.