But of course, Mrs. Tavy would give her compliments, Alize had
told herself as Charles drove her to the mansion. The woman had been hired to
give Alize a makeover, so naturally, she would try to make the best of things.
Alize had taken her praise with a pound of salt.
But still, the older woman had almost managed to convince her.
Alize had felt confident, even pretty when she’d left the boutique. Now, beneath
so many open stares, she felt shy.
And afraid. What if, after everything, she failed Jhon? Would he
refuse to pay her the million dollars he’d promised? Or worse, would he just
shake his head and look at her with cool dark eyes and say in a low voice, “I’m
disappointed in you, Alize. I thought you were better than this”?
It had taken more courage than she’d imagined even to
