I texted Dylan back. We would meet at a restaurant tonight.
I'd looked messy last time we met. I wanted to look stunning when we saw each other again.
I checked myself in the mirror from side to side. I put on the new makeup I'd bought earlier. Soon, I looked delicate and bright in the reflection.
Whispers came from the doorway.
"Seriously, she only comes to the office to do makeup. She should just stay a rich housewife."
"No wonder Mr. Scott wants a divorce. She's just a useless pretty face. Wait, she's not even that. She's just old."
"She won't be Mr. Scott's wife for long. Adara is way better. Mr. Scott will definitely leave her."
They didn't bother hiding their insults. They thought I was powerless and had nothing to fear.
I glanced over. Adara stood in the middle, covering her
