My Promdi Wife
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I had already wasted three hours because of a wardrobe problem that should have taken less than thirty minutes.
At least, that was what I told myself.
But as I sat behind my desk, my attention kept drifting toward the clock. I frowned and returned my attention to the document displayed on my laptop.
Two minutes later, I checked the time again.
Ridiculous.
I didn't care what Windy looked like. As long as she appeared presentable, that was enough. At exactly ten in the morning, someone knocked on the door.
"Sir Winston?"
"Yes?"
"Ready na po si Ma'am Windy."