In Bed With My Step-uncle
As the maids turn their backs, digging through layers of dresses in search of the perfect one, I quickly retrieve my phone from my purse and discreetly text Monique, crying for help.
Nina, the senior maid in a neat checkered dress and cap, holds up two gowns—one green, one purple. "Which do you like better, madam?" She asks, lifting them with each hand.
I tilt my head, pretending to think. "Oh, I think... Uhm... Which do you think suits a young lady about to loose her freedom." I struggle to keep my words steady without cracking, but it's hard. "To a man who's probably just like her ex-fiance who cheated on her?" My voice breaks, and I bite it back, refusing to let the tears spill.
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