The Wrong Woman

"I didn't force him to come back. He had a choice," Mila grumbled.

Phoebe grinned and whispered in Mila's ear, "For General Morrison, home is wherever you are. It's normal for him to come home after work. He insisted on coming home daily, even when he couldn't see you before."

Mila looked at Phoebe suspiciously and asked, "Did he bribe you? Why are you praising him so highly?"

Phoebe shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. "That's just how I see it. It's okay if you don't want to hear it." Mila patted her shoulder and said, "Let's go for lunch. And then you can come with me to buy a gown." "What gown?" Phoebe asked.

"I got invited by Lillian Kimmel this morning, so I have to go to her banquet tonight," Mila said with a long face.

"The President's daughter invited you?" Phoebe was surprised.

"Yes, we've never met before." Mila sighed. "But she's the President's daughter. It's hard to say no considering my status."

"Why did she invite you?"

"I have no idea."

we tell

"That's fine."

I'll come with

Mila nodded in response.

the evening, Mila showed up at the fancy mansion of Imperial Heights dressed in her best attire. Surprisingly, her fancy

made a fool of. When Lillian invited her, she described it as a fancy

mansion's garden where a pianist and a band played music. Down below, people were sitting around a bonfire, some busy barbecuing. Mila's beauty caught people's attention, but her fancy attire seemed a bit much. Some

Morrison, I'm Lillian Kimmel. The president

smiled graciously and shook Lillian's hand. "Hi, just call

call

did you mean something else? This isn't exactly a banquet. It's more like a casual gathering," Mila asked, trying

guests are children of officials and wealthy people, along with the families of political leaders, we usually keep things simple. No one would dress as