Stefan entered the room and found Dorothy sitting on the bed, writing on a sheet of paper. Around her were several crumpled papers, and she looked troubled.
"Love, what are you doing?" he asked, coming to sit beside her.
"I'm trying to prepare a startup speech for the presentation, but I can't seem to come up with a good one," Dorothy pouted, tossing the last paper onto the floor.
Stefan sighed and sat closer.
"You don’t have to overwork yourself or prove to anyone that you deserve the title I gave you. Love, you know I don’t play with my business. I wasn’t stupid when I asked you to be my First Lady," Stefan told her.
Dorothy bit her lip. He was right—she worried too much about what people thought. Ever since Stefan announced her as First Lady, she had been receiving disgusted looks
