Michelle's POV

The Master of Ceremony yelled, "Let the party begin!"

I stared at a starstrucked Christopher.

I said to myself, however loud enough for him to hear, "I told my help she was doing too much but she wouldn't listen to my objections."

He blinked twice and pulled me closer by my waist, "I have to meet your help, Michelle. She needs a salary to keep making you look drop dead gorgeous."

I chuckled, "Don't flatter me, Christopher. You haven't met my sister."

"I don't need to," he ...