Once in her room, Amirah stared at Bettie and asked, "What did you want to talk about?"

Bettie thought hard. "Well... Mom, could you clean the comforter in my room? I'll come back and stay with you whenever I get a chance."

"You don't need to say that."

"Hmm.. Mom, you have not seen my new home yet. Why don't you move in and live with us?"

Amirah responded, "I might consider it someday. But you've just gotten married. How can I move in with you now?"

“Why not? The villa has plenty of rooms..."

“I can't do that right now. You're married. Stop being so willful. Think about Lance. He must be looking forward to some romantic time with you..."

Bettie averted her eyes, feeling guilty.

To delay further, Bettie continued to ask trivial questions until Amirah lost patience and sent her away.

Bettie walked back to her room slowly, carefully opened the door, and peeked inside. Lance wasn't near her wardrobe.

The study door was open. Lance sat at the desk, an arm draped over the chair's back. Noticing her, he smirked. "What are you doing? You look like a thief."

Bettie snorted and resumed packing.

They returned to their new home at 4 p.m.

While sorting out her things, Bettie received a message from her friend, Zora Singh, inviting her to a get-together at the club.

Zora was the bridesmaid who gifted Bettie a set of sex toys wrapped up in a gift box. She was the daughter of a friend of Corless and had known Bettie since childhood.

Worried that Lance might flirt with her again, Bettie did not feel like staying at the villa, so she bid him farewell and headed to the club.

As soon as Bettie entered the reserved chamber, her friends quickly gathered around her.

“Bettie, how's married life treating you?"

“Is the sex disappointing?"

“Have you used that gift I gave you?" Zora teased.