Chapter 109

LUNETH A reminder for the club had come in a message on the morning of the meeting; I had spent a few hours in front of the mirror trying to figure out what to wear. No matter how many times I had thought of it, I could not figure out what would make me look like I was doing the barest minimum while looking like the wife of Drexon Moreaux. I had never been so conscious of what I was to wear like today. I knew that all of the women that would be there would be adorned with all sorts of beautiful designer items from head to toe, and they would all be judging me as much as they could even though they'd not say anything to my face. I wanted Rose to be stunned, and even though I knew it did not matter, I could not help myself at all. "You look stunning in whatever you wear," Drexon had said when I walked from the closet in a floor-length red dress. "You think that because I am a wife," I say with a groan as I look in the mirror again and run my hand across the fabric. "Not because you are a