Naomi's POV I was standing in front of the wardrobe, clothes pooled at my feet in a mess of different colours. For an hour I had been searching for the right outfit to wear for the interview, something that would impress both my husband and the interviewers; a dress that fit my new position as the wife of a billionaire heir.At the same time, I wanted Steven to look at me as more than a pauper, more than a charity case he was helping his father out with, for the disdain in his eyes to shift even if it was momentarily, to a pleasant emotion.The makeup artist was already on her way yet I was as undecided as I first was when I opened this massive wardrobe. The problem with having too many outfits was making a choice; gowns of different colours stared back at me, skirts, shirts, blazers, trousers and jackets from well-known de
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