The Uniform Wasn’t a Joke. It Was a Warning.
People love to pretend humiliations like that are “just a prank.”
But the body knows the truth.
Molly’s hands shook inside her lace gloves.
Her eyes filled instantly.
And I watched the exact moment she realized what kind of marriage she’d just walked into.
Her mother-in-law—Constance Harrington—smiled like she’d won something.
That smile wasn’t warmth.
It was ownership.
“So you’re presentable when you do the housework,” she said, voice sweet and sharp at the same time.
“A wife must know her place.”
