“What are you doing, Eleanor?” he asked coldly. Why do you have this dress?
“I’m getting ready for your birthday,” I replied with a forced smile.
He laughs contemptuously. He tore off the dress and threw it to the ground.
“You’re not a guest,” he said harshly. At this feast, I need people to serve. We are short of staff.
He then threw me the coat hanger wearing a black servant’s uniform: white apron and headband included.
“Put this on.” You will serve the drinks. That’s the only thing you know how to do, isn’t it? And something else… Don’t tell anyone you’re my wife. You make me ashamed. Say that you are employed by the hour.
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