As she began to get used to what her life has come to as the wife of a billionaire who was only a few days away from becoming his ex-wife, Mia couldn’t decide what she hated more–being in the entertainment news constantly or getting dressed up to go to a party.
Both left a terrible feeling if you ask her. They both made a terrible combination as well. Add them together and you have a very frazzled and frustrated woman who still nursed the intent of killing her husband in his sleep.
Her friend wasn’t having it as well.
“Put the phone down, Mia, we have to get you ready in an hour,” Judith whined, pulling a handful of Mia’s hair with her so she could hold it up with a Bobby pin while she fixed Mia’s makeup.
They’ve been at it for minutes–Mia sitting in front of the mirror in her room w
