Josie’s POV
I make my way back to our table and see one person I knew I would have to face at some point, I just wish it wasn’t so soon. I really never wanted to lay eyes on her ever again, not in this lifetime not even the next. Wendi Ashford, or should I say Maxwell since father dearest chose his mistress over his wife and child. Assh*le! Flashbacks to overhearing my father with his secretary fill my head when I look at Wendi, I cannot even feel sorry for her considering her own beginnings.
I laugh inwardly when I see the dress she is wearing, obviously she didn’t have anyone as savvy as Lucas to help her in appropriate attire for an event like this one.
Her dress is so low cut with her fake t*ts are practically falling out of it, she opted for a short dress that falls mid-thig
