Chapter Eighty two

"I'll have to do what I've got to do." Mrs Eloise said, as she applied makeup on her face.

She dressed nicely and let her hair loose. She looked so young and beautiful that it was quite hard to believe she was the same normal woman who always wore an apron around the house with a plain face.

Looking at her image one last time, she nodded in satisfaction and wore a jacket over the sleeveless gown.

"Celina can't see me like this, so i must hurry back before she returns."

Grabbing her purse, she left in a taxi.

"Was that Mrs Wilson just now?" a man in a nearby store asked his assistant as they watched her get into the taxi.

"It can't be her....Mrs Wilson never dresses so fabulously...wait! It's really her!" the assistant exclaimed and looked at his boss in shock.

"Woah....she looked really pretty and young! I wonder why she dressed so nicely. Maybe she's going out with a man?!" the boss asked in wonder.

"Impossible! She's not that type of woman!" the assistant argued.