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"It already causes raised eyebrows and whisper campaigns to have you working...but to now have you kicking up your heels with the help?! Then to have your boss come to tell me you will not be my wife?! If that is the truth, YOU will be the one to tell me! After EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE FOR YOU!" Randall's tone increased with each passing moment until he was left red faced and screaming in her direction. At the same moment, a knock came onto her dressing room door and a familiar voice came through the wooden obstacle towards her. "Are you alright Miss Serena?" Paolo inquired as Randall flashed a look of warning in her direction as if ordering her to verify that she was alright or being forced to risk the continuation of his wrath. "I...I'm swell-" she spoke in a shaky tone as she was unsu