The Bunny Outfit Wasn't Meant for Me
Language: en
The first time my wealthy boyfriend, Carter, came to meet my mother, Eleanor, he brought a signature orange Hermès gift box. Eleanor's eyes lit up. She couldn't stop showering him with praises. But after Carter left, we opened the box. Inside, there was no luxury bag—just a skimpy, three-piece bunny maid outfit. Eleanor's face flushed with anger. "If you two want to play bedroom games, why on earth did you involve me?!" My face burned bright red. I couldn't understand why Carter would pull a stunt like this. If he wanted to play dress-up, why didn't he keep it at his place? Why did he…