Chapter 3

She was off sprinting to the closet with the dress before I could object.

There were several reasons why this was a horrible idea.

We had to get the job done because Maddison was probably going to come soon, so I moaned as I finished the remaining tasks. 

It was a few minutes before Ivy came out of the closet.

"How do I look?" she said as she leaned against the door.

"Wow," was all I could say.

The majority of her back was seen due to the floor-length gown's sharp neckline and exposed leg. It accentuated every aspect of Ivy, fitting her flawlessly.

Ivy said, "Wouldn't it be great to be rich?" "I just looked at the price tag, it costs enough for me to buy myself a decent car." She said,

"It's a shame she is probably only ever going to wear it once," I said. "You should take the dress off before you get us into any trouble."

"You're correct," she said. 

Looking behind her back for the zip, she extended her hand.

Ivy yelled, "The zipper won't open."

Panicked, I gazed at her.

By happenstance, we heard the doorknob turn. 

Maddison showed up!

I murmured to Ivy, "Hide," and flung the dress's covering at her.

Ivy was hoping she could remove the garment before Maddison realised it was missing.

As soon as Maddison entered the room, the door sprang open. She was unmistakable; I knew her from all the tabloid stories. 

She was accompanied by two other women.

Before they noticed her, Ivy hurried inside the restroom.

"When I entered the suite, Maddison said, "The weather in Mulan was awful."

"Did you see Layla's I*******m post? That girl couldn't recognize good taste if it punched her in the face," she said.

"Susan sweetheart, that is just what happens when poor people marry into rich families, that's why we just don't mix," Maddison said.

When Maddison finally realised I was here, she gave me a look.

She said, "What are you still doing here?"

"Ma'am, I was still tidying up," I said.

She flung her coat and suitcase on the ground and then threw herself onto the couch.

She pointed at me and said, "Why don't you do your job and put my coat away."

I took her coat and bag and put them in the closet.

She gestured, "Madelyn, get me that tabloid."

The second girl was probably her helper.

She gave the tabloid to Maddison.

Maddison said, "I'm going to marry Derek Montenegro."

Susan, her companion, said, "You shouldn't be so confident," as she sat next to her.

"If you looked like me, I'd also be confident. You should stop hanging around that stupid driver of yours, you are becoming dumber." Maddison took a breath. "Besides, I know for a fact that his parents are having a surprise birthday party for him. I'm going to ask my dad to get me an invitation. Once he sees me, he won't be able to resist."

Ivy was correct—Maddison was genuinely interested in his money. All she wanted was an opportunity to go after him. Who would have guessed that wealthy females might be greedy for wealth? 

"Why are you so obsessed with him, haven't you already tried calling him about a hundred times?" Susan said.

"You haven't looked at his pictures long enough. He is an RPH, Rich, Powerful, and Handsome. Plus, my dad and I already agree that it would be good for business. He is probably just busy." Maddison said.

You might assume at first that she is intelligent enough to detect when a guy is neglecting her.

Ivy was back on my mind; I had to support her. I would have to wait for the right moment to sneak out of there.

With a sigh, Susan leaned back on the couch. "Wouldn't it be great to marry the love of your life? Someone who you can grow old with and who will love you no matter what." Susan said.

"Don't be stupid, love is an illusion created for poor people to feel like they are doing something with their lives," Maddison said. "Besides, falling in love with him won't be that hard," she said, her gaze returning to the newspaper featuring his photo.

She let the tabloid fall to the ground.

"If I'm going to be the future Mrs. Derek Montenegro I need to look gorgeous. He has to notice me." Maddison said. 

"It's not Montenegro," her pal said.

Maddison's eyes rolled.

I had the opportunity to exit the room and assist Ivy. I could finish it now that she was preoccupied. 

"You, with the blue eyes," yelled Maddison.

I came to a halt instantly. I looked over my shoulder to see who she could be speaking with.

Pointing to me, she said, "Is there anyone else here, I need you to come here?"

She said, "Where are my dresses?"

With the outfits, we were in serious trouble now. How could we possibly escape this one?

I stammered, "In your bedroom, ma'am." 

Once more, she rolled her eyes. That was a habit of hers. I never rolled my eyes because my mom used to tell me that they would stay that way.

With fury, she walked to the bedroom. Madelyn and Susan followed her.

I had to follow her so that when she realised the dress was missing, I could tell a story to hide it.

Perhaps she wouldn't even realise it was missing.

I pretended to dust some furniture and waited outside the door.

While deciding which dress to wear, Maddison spread out all of the gowns on the bed.

Maddison said, "Didn't I ask to have five of these delivered?" 

Her helper gave her a bewildered look.

And what would I do? I could say it was never delivered, but that may lead to the termination of another person. I had to figure out how I was going to survive this one.