“No unapproved outings after seven," the assistant said, handing her the new itinerary.
Christina scanned the gold-embossed paper. “What happened to my friend's art show on Friday?"
“Not on the list," the assistant replied smoothly. “Mr. Carlisle thought it might be... too crowded."
“Right," Christina murmured. “Wouldn't want to risk bumping into someone unpredictable."
The assistant smiled like it was a compliment. “Dinner with the foundation board is confirmed for Thursday. You'll wear navy."
“Does navy symbolize obedience now?"
The assistant didn't blink. “It flatters your skin tone."
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Randell arrived precisely at eight.
“You look perfect," he said, kissing her temple.
Christina forced a smile. “You always say that."
“Because it's always true."
He held up a velvet box. In
