“Bring them out.”

“Yes, Carlos.”

Two minutes later, three housemaids walked over to them, carrying boxes. Debbie opened one and looked inside. There was an evening dress, a pair of high heels, and a set of jewelry

Obviously, he intended for her to go, by force, if necessary. He made a gesture to indicate the boxes.

“Dress, shoes, accessories…they’re all here, all customized for you. Put on them and then I’ll take you to a salon.”

“No…”

Debbie wanted to turn him down but Miranda interrupted. She explained with a smile, “Barlow is well-respected. He holds traditional views on relationships between men and women. Every guest there will be family, or spouses. No lovers or friends allowed.”

Debbie still tried to

She left her

his mom meant, and he was sure that she’d side with

working on Debbie. She grabbed the evening dress and handed it to the young mother, whispering, “Don’t be stupid. Now you can prove you’re his wife. I know you’re still pissed, but Look at the big picture. This is a good thing.

made sense. Miranda had told her she could be mad. She could throw tantrums or yell at him. But if she wanted to be Mrs. Hilton, she needed to do everything she could

her lips and

‘s L I B R

feigning innocence. Then, she took the evening dress from Miranda’s hands and nodded,

upstairs to

on the sofa. Miranda poured two cups of tea, and offered

with Funk

seems fishy. Keep an eye on

sip of the tea and replied calmly,

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