The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

That was not all either, as Whitney also applied hair treatment for the tramp.

Soon, the tramp's hair was smooth and glistening, and with her devastating good looks, she was the portrait of a beauty!

Sally was just stepping out to eat and stunned when she saw the tramp too. "Never compare yourself to anyone, as they say! Not even showbiz has anything on you-Lugh has really picked up a diamond in the rough."

Whitney smiled in wry amusement. "Quit teasing her. Even if you can't win in looks, you can work on your style."

Sally snorted. "I'm not lovesick, and I'm not about to waste time on training my figure or style. These hands ain't for applying mascara!"

The tramp laughed. "I guess you're a real specialist!"

Sally smiled but said nothing, and everyone took their seats.

As Whitney slid a piece of meat on Frank's plate, she asked under her breath, "Why aren't you surprised?"

Frank, thinking the

not one who distanced himself from women, with Meg Quill and Sylvie

interested in a lady as

smiled but said nothing, and Whitney turned back to the tramp in an attempt to clear

question left the tramp stumped, as she did not even

Sally appeared interested. "Why don't I give you

The

her 'skank' out of jealousy for her looks,

innocent eyes that clearly trusted her, Sally did not dare to mess around. After some thought, she said, "How about

like a new beginning for me! I love that name!" Sally sighed in

Dawn from now on." She shrugged. "You can switch back to your original name once you remember who you really are,

Dawn nodded. "Sure thing!"