“Have Mr. Clark go to the wedding with you. He can pretend to be your husband.”

“What?” Stella laughed, almost crying. “Forget it! I’m already grateful Mr. Clark hasn’t fired me, and now you want me to ask him to pretend to be my husband?”

Candy sighed. “True. Mr. Clark doesn’t seem like someone who’d get involved in something like that.”

“I can’t even make his coffee right.”

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