Chapter 13

What does a blissful morning seem like to you? To me, it's waking up a full English breakfast your chef has made, bottomless mimosas in a silk violet sweetheart dress after a honeymoon in St. Tropez. Oh, and Jazz playing as you dance with a glass in your hand.

I giggled gazing at the unbelievably opulent diamond on my finger. My husband had just surprised me a with a brand-new Lamborghini Urus. What else would a wife ask for? One hand had a ring and the other had my car keys. I was living my dream, and I knew it.

We had a chef, Lala Mc Carthy and a maid Toni Zigler in our house, but they were both so uptight. They respected him so much and wouldn't even have a glass of champagne with me. Even if I offered. Not to mention how they made no mistake but address me as Ma'am, all the time.