“My. My. My. Aren’t you popular with the Hinton men,” an attractive woman in a stunning aqua-blue grown whispered. “If you were a little older, I’m willing to bet half the eligible women here would be plotting on scratching your eyes out.”
Alyssa giggled, liking the idea of women being jealous her. Especially those who think they actually had a chance with her man. “They’re welcome to try,” she whispered back.
It was the woman’s turn to giggle. “I like you, little girl. You have spunk.”
It wasn’t spunk, Alyssa knew. She had a plan.
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