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DRESS SHOPPING, MADDY had found, was unexpectedly exhausting. No matter what gown she picked up, everything was either too tacky or too thrilly. And absolutely nothing was acceptable for the gala coming up in a few days' time.
Unfortunately, after at least four hours of aimlessly walking around stores, she still couldn't find something that was acceptable.
Madelyn wasted no time in getting home, wanting nothing more than to just collapse into her bed sheets at that moment. But as always, duty called, literally.
"Madelyn!" A shrill voice sounded from the other side of the door. Maddys head lifted from the pillow, that voice was too annoying to forget. "Madelyn, open the door, sweetie!" She called once more.
Groaning, Maddy placed the bookmark in between the pages she was currently reading from and got up from the bed, putting on her biggest and fakest of smiles before she opened the door.
Marcy was Maddy's PR manager and personal designer. Dont ask her why she needed one. She honestly didn't know. It wasn't like she caused constant trouble at these events, and over the years, there had only been a few minor incidents. But nothing to warrant a whole PR team.
"Oh, hi darling! How've you been? I haven't seen you in forever!" Marcy grinned, reaching out to grab the ends of her hair.
"Hey, Marcy," she greeted, not trying to hide her obvious distaste for the woman.
"I see you haven't stuck to that diet I gave you." Marcy replied, not so subtly letting her eyes trial up and down Madelyn's form. "Not to worry, I'm sure I can find something flattering."
A laugh of disbelief left Maddys throat as she stared wide-eyed at the woman in front of her. "Excuse me?" She managed out, her smile faltering for merely a second.
"Take no offence, honey." The woman said as she pulled out her books from her bags. Most, Madelyn recognised from a few years back. Marcy flipped through the pages until she found her notes, clearing her throat. "Right then, let's get started."
"Is this really necessary? I mean, I've got perfectly fine clothes in my closet." Maddy tried to say as politely as possible.
"Oh hush, you can never own too many clothes." She stood up, walking over to maddy with a condescending smile, "but don't worry, It'll only be a few minutes." Marcy reached into her pockets, pulling out a measuring tape. "Now, onto more pressing subjects."
"Such as?"
"Appearences." Marcy replied, jotting measurements down on a notepad. "Believe it or not, Madelyn, the public are interested in your life, and most have picked up on your isolation from the Hawthorne family. That is why it is important that you are pictured and seen as much as you can with the family tonight. We do not need any more conspiracies about this family."
