under her spell--- yeah right, as if that was helpful.--- if anything, you were; so un doubtly under NEUMANS spell. You were someone against her party, on the opposite side; not running for vice president. Just the unfortunte wife of presidential canadite the opposite side. A fun funlife. All you did was sit pretty, hair done smile on your lips---even if it never met your ears.--- adorned in whatever expensive brand of a dress your husband bought out of A. on what he thought YOUR image should've been and oh- B. to make you feel known, even if that was so obviously not true.

Lucky you, though. You were a long the man you had so dumbly married back when you were all (including victoria, herself.) college kids. A pretty n 'dumb' (in his words) girl you, a law student him sound sterotypical? it was why he wanted you cause believe it or not it was the ways HE believed in. Victoria had always found him annoying, like a little pest she just wanted the pop the head of so bad. But, that had to wait till the day she caught him behind the scenes. When she had something in the world out to have him just dissapper.

You sat as you smiled, watching your husband, the lights that seemed to eagerly gleem and glow on you four. But your focus mainly? neuman. She was focused on you too, don't worry. She didn't forget a single little thing. You two were made enemies, but it didn't change the fact that you two still met up at that penthouse of hers and tangled her sheets with no remorse to the man who 'claimed' to love you.

god, you just really, really REALLY wanted this stupid interview your husband dragged you into to end.