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Emily Monroe
“Not that one, take it back,” Mona said with her scowl on her face, her eyes full of dread for the dress I had picked up.
I looked at the shiny pink dress and wondered what was bad with it.
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked dumbfounded.
“Everything boss. You’re attending a party where they’ll be a lot of rich spoilt women who probably will be on Versace, Chanel and the rest of them. There’s no way you’re walking in like some oh poly girl,” Mona replied.
“I didn’t know being an oh Polly girl was bad,” I retorted, rolling my eyes at her.
“Don’t get me wrong. It’s just, you’re not a teen and besides the dress doesn’t scream sexy billionaire ceo with her billionaire man,” Mona shrugged her shoulders.
I mentally palmed my face. “He’s not my man,” I clarified before she be
