She continues... "As soon as I heard about all this... I made some calls, found a good school, and went shopping. I've collected an entire Wardrobe for you, one that I think is just gorgeous, any girl would be jealous. You start tomorrow, You've got a plane to catch in a few hours... the only Mother Daughter time we'll be spending together is the drive to the airport and then You will once again be out of my life." She scoffs, finishes some paper work, grabs a pile of clothing from her purse and tosses it onto the chair next to you...
"Get dressed Tiffany, we've got a plane to catch."
You were stunned... While you weren't excited about being you're Ex-wife's daughter, you were equally not excited about going back to school, to a boarding school, as a girl, dressed by Amanda... You're Ex-Trophy wife.
You stand up, Amanda tapping her heels impatiently as you examine the clothing she brought you.
"Hurry up Girl, I still need to do your makeup, no daughter of mine is going out plain-faced."
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