As much as I try to prepare myself by pulling on my most efficient PA Emma face, none truly prepares me for the blast of sickening pain when I am finally faced with one Marissa Hartley.

Walking down the stairs and into the dining room, I don’t take in the beautiful space, elegant settings, or wonderful smells of food. I just see the girl with the long, curled, brown, highlighted hair. The seductive, tanned, Latino-looking face with sensual lips, wearing an overly tight floor-length ...