Anyone who did not know Josephine Dupont might think now, looking at this woman, that she is simply unsociable and does not particularly like to communicate in society, and that is the only reason she preferred to be somewhere away from everyone all evening. Although it was her husband's holiday and she, as the mistress of the house and the true wife of her influential and wealthy husband, had to be more active and communicate with the guests.

But it could only seem so to those who did not know Josephine and did not know that a few weeks ago she literally was a completely different person. The former Josephine was an active and outgoing woman who adored her life despite her age.

Now... Now Josephine only pretended and tried to match the image, which she had to match at the insistent "request" of her husband, who otherwise gave her an ultimatum about "divorce" and deprivation of all money. She was driven only by the fear of being left alone without money and the uncertainty of how to live without her husband's fortune.

- Oh, Josephine, hi.

One of the guests spoke in a refined French manner, and Josephine mechanically again stuck a smile on her face, carefully looking at the stranger.

- You will not recognise me?

Of course, she did not recognize this person and continued to just stare silently. She didn't even want to start talking, she still didn't like even her new high squeaky voice. And how could she know this man.

Shrinking inside at the same time from fear, hatred and shame, Josephine nevertheless tried to keep herself as correct as possible. So, as her husband told her, and therefore she tried to pretend that she was interested in this person's question, but inside she was hoping that this stranger would leave soon.

All her thoughts were focused on how she looks. This neckline, which was too open for her, this tight dress and uncomfortable bra pissed her off all evening. And if you add the fact that she just hated her body, her breasts and the femininity that she now had, then her appearance only made it worse. She didn't feel like an attractive woman, inside she wanted to rip it all off and wear something masculine. She wanted to take those stupid earrings off and not feel them wiggle anymore.

It is impossible to express all the feelings that Josephine experienced that evening, sitting on the sofa and hoping not to get up from it again, so as not to walk in those ridiculous heels and not to see how everyone was looking at her! Especially those who knew her before and hardly recognized her and looked with surprise more due to the fact that Josephine cut off her beautiful hair, which she was once so proud of. Who could believe that inside Josephine now was an American school bully who had no idea how to get his old life back.

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