The Hero, The Heroine, and The Villain.
RAYNE'S POV
Morning
I woke up and found that my bed had been surrounded. Rubbing my eyes thoroughly, I wondered what was going on.
"Good morning Mrs. Rayne," A red-haired lady said, offering me a smile. "I'm Lizzy, a fashion director. On Eric Arnold's invitation, my team and I are here to help you get ready for the tea party."
Help! Why was I needing help with getting dressed all of a sudden?
"Is that necessary?" I asked her. I mean, I wasn't some sort of a kid who needed help with getting dressed.
"I hear you barely like the stress of being dulled up, but your husband already paid us. I promise you that we'd take out time to make you look good."
I sighed inwardly. Here it was again. A wonderful moment in the bathtub was snatched from me.
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