"Now, not a single bodyguard around, and I can't even vent my anger when someone bumps into me. What kind of a pampered Miss am I? Am I still an award-winning actress?"
"Sweet daughter, Mom is doing all this for your own good!" Francesca Lewis reasoned earnestly, "Look, both of us are wearing masks and sunglasses so no one can recognize us."
"You're too easy to upset, how will you ever become the First Lady? Ava, Mom tells you, if you had fought with that woman just now, it would definitely have drawn a crowd. If reporters came, you'd be finished."
"So, everything Mom does is for your good."
"If this time is successful, you'll rise to become the First Lady, and then you can settle scores with those little wenches one by one. Isn't that better than ruining things now?"
