The First Lady's Secret Weapon

that brutal night still

n the hallway of the Miller house, on the morning

ime, I

every

ing, explaining how the

ncomfortable b

heir expressions a mixtu

t morning. A calming tea, she' d said. My loyal assistant, bless her naive heart, had taken a

ached with a tray, a small, steamin

Mrs. Peterson. I

with surprise, th

ress. Ethan, my weak-willed ex-fiancé, adjust

aring to leave

d not

or, Chloe on Ethan's arm,

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hings would