The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 51

Rebecca froze. “Um…”

It was just a meeting—was there really any issue with her going alone?

She hesitated, then admitted, “But looking like this right now, there’s no way I can show my face to anyone.”

Michael suddenly had an idea. “Becky, since you’re just meeting Dylan, there’s no need to get dolled up. Just go as you are.”

Rebecca blinked, uncertain. “Michael, are you sure it’s okay for me to meet Dylan like this?”

“Of course it is.”

Michael grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Trust me, Becky, I’m saying this for your own good. You’re gorgeous—if he’s only interested in you because of your looks, he’s not worth your time.”

He leaned in conspiratorially. “Actually, if you show up looking a little rough around the edges, it’s the perfect way to test him. If he’s really someone you can rely on, he won’t care how you look.”

Rebecca thought about it. Michael’s logic actually made sense. She nodded. “Alright, I’ll do what you say.”

“That’s the spirit!” Michael looked satisfied, then dropped his voice as if letting her in on a secret. “But you know, I think something’s still missing. Wait right here, I’ll be back in a second.”

With that, he spun around and dashed off.

Rebecca watched him go, feeling a twinge of anxiety. She had no idea what scheme Michael was cooking up, but for now, she could only wait.

A few minutes later, Michael reappeared, arms loaded with a wild-looking wig and a set of punk clothes—props from his collection for stage performances.

He handed the outfit and wig to Rebecca, urging her, “Becky, put these on—with this look, you’ll be absolutely perfect.”

Rebecca hesitated, eyeing the clothes. “Um… isn’t this a bit too much?”

Michael waved off her concerns. “Not at all—go on, try them! Trust me, I wouldn’t set you up. Just wait—everyone’s going to be blown away when you come out.”

Rebecca chewed her lip, then finally agreed. “Okay, I’ll give it a shot.”

She took the clothes and wig into the bathroom.

Dad’s really outdone himself with the shameless compliments this time.

As the family bantered back and forth, Crystal’s smile began to falter. She shot Rebecca a sideways glance, thoughts whirling.

How could anyone praise her looking like this?

Still, Crystal was secretly delighted. The uglier Rebecca looked, the less likely Dylan would be interested.

And so, with a red wig, punk clothes, and a face that looked like she’d lost a bet, Rebecca was herded into the car by her family.

As she settled into her seat, she couldn’t help but chuckle.

Just how desperate were her dad and brothers to keep her from getting married?

Honestly, she didn’t really care. It was just a meeting with her fiancé—no need to look her best.

If Dylan couldn’t stand the sight of her and broke off the engagement, well, so much the better.