Chapter 4

I decided that the universe had a sick sense of humor when it came to Jace and Belle.

It felt like I couldn't escape them.

I had already dealt with them once that morning, yet here we were, crossing paths again.

I was busy flipping through a rack of suits at a high-end boutique when a familiar, annoying voice drifted over from the next aisle.

"Jace, really, you don't need to buy me anything. I have plenty of clothes," Belle said.

Her mouth said no, but her hands told a different story. She was clutching the most expensive dress in…