Page 80 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

Amelia won't take her eyes off Nancy as if she is also a fan of her modeling career. On the other hand, Nancy talks to Mother about her career in France and her recent collaboration with Gucci.

It hits me now why Camile tells me she feels intimidated. I hope I can keep her happy.

The ride back home is silent. I play Camile’s favorite song on the radio, and she won’t sing along. “Are you okay?” I ask.

Camile fakes a smile. "I am fine," she lies.

“You don’t look okay,” I respond. “You didn’t sing along to your favorite song.”

“I don’t know,” I reply, “I just don’t want to go to the family dinner anymore.”

Troy’s two hands are fixed on the wheel. “Is it because of Nancy?” I continue, “I am sure she is leaving soon. Mother just missed her, and she asked her to join us for dinner.”

I shake my head. "Your mother deliberately tells her to come to dinner to spite me. I am not as rich as you are, and I am so intimidated. She makes me feel inferior."

Troy doesn’t say anything. He continues to drive, and when he stops, he tells that something that will make it all go away.

"I think we should host the next family dinner," he says. "Then, you'll be in control. "You get to choose who to invite, and you can also invite your mother."

Camile's face lights up. "You'd like that, right?" I ask, and she acknowledges.

“I’d like to host a dinner for the family.”

I sigh as Camile relaxes in the car. I am glad that I can make her feel better today. The dinner will distract her from Nancy and Mother's vile plot.

The dinner may be the big thing that takes her mind off the mental stress over the past few weeks. The rest of the evening, Camile speaks about how she wants the dinner. What decorations she would use and what she would cook.

I listen carefully as Camile speaks. I am happy she has other things to consider besides Nancy. She is excited about the inclusion, and I am excited in return.

“I will get Nancy to sign the papers, and we are good to go.” I take one hand off the wheel to hold her tight. I am giving her my word again, and I hope she believes me.

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I woke up this morning with just one aim: to speak with Nancy and ensure she gets out of our lives. I call Henry to set up a meeting between Nancy and me. I tell him to make the venue an open space.

I can't afford to have another rumor spreading around - now that I have Camile back in the house. "Are you sure you want to talk to Nancy alone?" Henry asks me this morning. "We can go together."

"I am good, Henry," I reply as I drive to the cafe Henry had picked for the meeting. I wouldn't let him use a hotel restaurant because I don't want her to think this is a date. Back at the house, Camile begged me to let her go to the hospital.

She is ready to work, she says. But she needs to take two days off just like we planned.

We were meant to stay inside, eat plenty of steaks, and make love all day, but Mother and Nancy won't let that happen.

Today, I am determined to speak with Nancy and get her out of Richmond before she can damage my relationship.

I sit patiently in the cafe, checking my watch frequently while waiting for Nancy. She is late as usual. She never comes early because she is mostly busy touching up her face, wanting to look extra beautiful. I thought it was cool when we went in college, but now that she is taking my time away from Camile, I no longer find it cute.

The attendant comes around after a few minutes. I am forced to order a latte and piece of pie.

Nancy finally shows up. She looks like she has been spending the entire morning trying to look good. “You always come early,” she says. “Some things never changed about you.”

"You came late, Nancy," I reply. "You always come late. That never changes about you, either." Nancy chuckles as she calls the attendant. Her elegance and confidence, what I once fell for, haven't changed.

Now that I look closer, I see she got a haircut. Her hair is now shoulder length, a style she'd never thought of going for. "You got a haircut," I say. "I thought you'd never cut your hair."

“I’ve had this haircut since we broke up,” she replies. “It seems you never looked back after I left Richmond.”

Nancy’s definition oflooking backis that I never checked her social media handles to see how she now looks. Of course, I checked her social media handles and stalked her page for a while, but I never noticed her hair.

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