Vivica’s POV
The lights came on and Celia was standing in front of us.
My heart still raced rapidly, and my head was throbbing from crashing into Melissa. I parted my lips to speak but no words came.
Celia stared, visibly confused. “Vivica, is that you?” she asked when she finally found her voice.
When it finally clicked that I was still in my disguise, I rolled my eyes and stalked toward the bedroom, dumping the bag I was holding.
She trailed after me, eyes still bulging with questions. “What on earth is wrong with you? Why are you in a maid’s uniform?”
I ignored her and quietly struggled to unzip the dress. Melissa rushed to my side and helped me out.
“Thank you,” I muttered.
Celia’s gaze flickered from me to Melissa. “Can anyone tell me what is going on here?”
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