is overjoyed that Lillian stayed awake for her. " I'm so sorry, Lili, for keeping you awake. I know that you sleep early. I had some issues at the boutique and I had to stay to take care of it.

face full of concern. "Ta da!" Rani squeals happily as she shows

t she see the kind of person Mason is? "Seriously, Rani, I don't think you should marry Mason." Lillian continues to talk, but Rani cuts her off, "I'm tired of you always trying to make him seem bad. He is a good guy." Lillian wanted to reply, but Rani cut in again. "Lili, this is my life; it's what I want. I love him, and he loves me too. You really want to tell me what is right for me. Come on, Lili, you're in no position to tell me that! You always say men disgust you and brag about how mean you

o lock the door; she just wants to be alone. Miss Kathy tries to open the door but realizes that Lillian locked it. She decides to leave Lilian alone. Maybe some time alone could help her calm down. Tears run freely like a dam in her eyes was opened as Lillian lies down and allows Rani's words to stab her. She sobs for hou

fingers in disbelief. "I look like I've been stung by a swarm of bees, a chipmunk storing nuts for winter!" she frowns as she inspects her face more. Lillian is not used to seeing this version of herself at all. She can't even remember the last time she had an emotional breakdown. She is an expert at hiding and burying all negative emotions. No wonder the release of all those pent-up emotions was like a pressure cooker blowing its lid. "That was a masterpiece, a symphony of sobs, a crescendo of catharsis. But, you know what? I'm owning this puffy face! I'm rocking this post-cry glow, like it's a badge of honor. Because, let's be real, it takes a strong woman to ugly cry like that and then face the world, or at least the bathroom mirror, with confidence. So, puffy face, you're welcome to stay for a little while longer. I'll just add some extra concealer, and we'll call it a day. Because, when you're a strong woman, even a puffy face can't bring you down!" Lillian tells herself with a confident voice. She takes a warm shower and quickly gets dressed in her usual fashion of pantsuit and stiletto heels and straightens her curly hair to be styled into a sleek bun. She goes downstairs and sees Miss Kathy arranging breakfast on the dining table. Immediately Miss Kathy sees Lilian, her facial expression changes to a concerned one. "How was your night, Miss Lillian?" She asks in a very low tone. Lillian knew Miss Kathy heard what Rani said and

o the power of plastic surgery. A furry coat hanging from her shoulders and lots of accessories. "Wow, look who's sitting on the big chair," Mackenzie says, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she sits on the couch in Lillian's office. "I'm impressed; I didn't know that they allowed amateurs to oversee companies like this." Mackenzie snorted. "You think you're so clever, don't you? But let me tell you, Lillian, you're just a daddy's little girl. You're just a pampered princess who's had everything handed to her on a silver platter. The director will be making the worst mistake if he ever chooses you. Anyway, you don't stand a chance against the other CEO's," Mackenzie says with a smirk. Lillian leans back in her chair, a mysterious glint in her eye. "Oh Mackenzie, you're so predictable. I've got a whole folder full of your insults, and I've been using them as motivation to succeed. You're basically my own personal cheerleader. You think you can hurt me with that tired old trope? News flash: My father may have opened doors for me, but I'm the one