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."

tell General

"That's fine."

come with

Mila nodded in response.

fancy mansion of Imperial Heights dressed in her best attire. Surprisingly, her fancy gown seemed out of place among the other guests dressed in

of. When Lillian invited her, she described it as a fancy and upscale banquet and told Mila to dress up for

around a bonfire, some busy barbecuing. Mila's beauty caught people's attention, but

I'm Lillian Kimmel. The president

Lillian's hand. "Hi,

call

you right? Or did you mean something else? This isn't exactly a banquet. It's more

along with the families of political leaders, we usually keep