The Unexpected Son-in-law

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“Take as much time as you need. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

“Okay. Promise I won’t be long. You can keep the maid’s company. Or Carl's, which ever makes you feel better.”

“Yes. How did I not think of that? I’ll just go do that. Can you just go get ready?

When Miranda can’t see him anymore, she shouts after him from her perch on the stairs.

“What should I wear? What kind of date is it?”

“It’s a date—what else do you need to know? And I don’t care what you wear as long as you cover yourself up, neck to toe.”

Before she can give anymore answer, Liam walks away.

Mirand does exactly opposite of he tells her. She wears a pink dress that isn’t too flashy.

Short sleeves, open V neck, a relax fabric that gently hugs both her boobs and her hips and ends just above her knees.

She quickly dries her thick hair and straightened it.

She does her makeup, focusing heavily on the eyes. Then wears a thick black coat and wrap a scarf around her neck, also donning a black leather gloves.

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