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“So, I’ll take that set, and what do you have in diamonds?”
Four sets are moved in front of me, and I have no idea which one is the most gorgeous. I do a silent eenie-meenie-miney-moe and point to the winner.
Candy and I have picked ours out and take a seat to wait for the others. “I’m having trouble deciding which perfume I’ll wear,” she says.
Sheila turns back to us. “Oh, that’s next.”
“New perfume too?” I ask with surprise. She didn’t say anything about taking care of the way we smell.
“Of course, perfume too, silly.” She laughs as if I’m hysterical.
I have to admit that I’m having the time of my life as we go to our own personal perfume shop where Sheila makes sure we all wear the same scent and that it smells absolutely divine on each of us.
Linking arms as we head out to our waiting chauffeur-driven limos, Sheila rests her head on my shoulder. “You look like you had fun today, Lisa.”
“I have to be honest—I had a blast!” I never would have thought I would actually enjoy doing something like this.
“Bye, ladies,” Candy calls out just before getting into her car.
“Bye, Candy,” we all shout back.
“See you girls on Friday!” Lola says.
“I can’t wait!” I shout, squeezing Sheila’s shoulders as I give her a side hug.
“Me neither,” Sheila agrees. “You know, this is going to really seal you into our family, Lisa.”
“Is that something that can even happen?” I ask as I’m unsure if being fake married means we could ever be real married.
“Sure. Fake marriages—which, just so you know, they all think you’re really married to Frank, so never say a word about that to anyone—anyway, fake marriages can become real. There are no rules about these things. These men do whatever they want. As long as the boss agrees.”
“Do you think Enzo would agree if Frank wanted to legally marry me?” I search her eyes for the truth, not even sure if I want to be legally married to Frank.
It’s not that I don’t like him, but I’m what I have coined as dicknotized by him. I can get upset with him or with something he’s done, and then he starts taking off his clothes, and I just completely forget whatever was upsetting me.
I don’t think it’s healthy at all. And that’s why I don’t know if I should marry him. I’m not myself with him. I’m more like the woman he wants me to be.
Of course, that’s not healthy.
Sheila eyes me, seemingly knowing that I’m having this internal conversation with myself. “You’re coming with me. We need to talk.”
She waves at my guards. “She’s going with me.”
I slide into the back of her limo, and she slides in right next to me. “I’m glad we have some alone time. I have something I want to ask you.”
“Good. I want you to talk to me about anything you want.” She fills up a couple more glasses of champagne, then hands one to me.
I take a sip before letting her in on my little problem. “I haven’t been myself with Frank.”
“Let me guess, you’re just doing whatever he wants because you’re afraid of what will happen if you don’t.”
“You are spot on, Sheila!” I’m impressed.
“It’s common with forced marriages like yours. And he’s holding your grandmother’s safety over your head. You have real fears that keep you doing what he wants.” Crossing her legs, she takes a drink, and I think she’s the coolest woman I’ve ever met.
While I’m glad to know this is a normal human reaction to what I’m going through, I ask, “So, what do I do about it?”
“Let me ask you this first. Do you like him?”
