“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.”

tried to excuse

not—” She left her

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

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

Listened to her. She 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

Debbie pursed her lips

L A ‘s L I B R A R

looked back at her, feigning innocence. Then, she took the evening dress from

went upstairs

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

a private meeting with Funk Hinchcliffe, assistant general manager

fishy. Keep an eye on

tea

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