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?"

toward Frank, thinking

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

why was he not interested in a

tramp in an attempt to clear awkwardness. "So, what do we call

left the tramp stumped, as she did not even know her own

interested. "Why don't I give you a

all ears!" The tramp nodded

just named her 'skank' out of jealousy for her looks, just to

her, Sally did not dare to mess

love that name!" Sally sighed in exasperation-she was not really thinking that far, but she just thought that the name Dawn sounded

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

Dawn nodded. "Sure thing!"