And we're back. The Yottie by nature, now gracelessly hosting Margo, Thorn's freshly imported chief

wellness dominatrix. Barely an hour on board, she's already realigning energy by terrorizing

Jan Marco's herb garden. And our twins, they're trying to look inconspicuous, which is hard when your ex almost stepmother from hell is the new house guest.

Last scene, they helped Margot get booted. So why hasn't she immediately sicked Thorn on them?

Margo isn't one for petty revenge when grand manipulation is an option.

She instantly clocked Jenny and Daniel as useful leverage,

deciding two Milton's with secrets, working right under her nose, were far more valuable

to her new agenda than seeing them exposed. Why burn your bridges when you can make your enemies

dance on them? And so, Jenny and Daniel are on Margot's radar, squirming, and very much on duty.

Attention crew.

By order of our newly boarded guest wellness consultant, all westward-facing port holes

are to remain draped with non-GMO kelp until further notice.

To filter out negative maritime ions. This is a Margo directive.

So as you were, and someone please bring me a very large aspirin, please.

Kelp drapes. It's giving Swamp Sheik. This whole wellness guru thing is just her villain

origin story, part duh. I just saw her making Jan Marco bless his olive oil. She's on a rampage, Jen. I'm freaking out. She's been here an hour and hasn't outed me to Thorn yet. It's worse than if she had. It's a power play. She's enjoying the squirm. The IPO is in two days. I read the prospectus dad sent. There's a moral turpitude clause. If Thorn finds out

dad has a son, he could use that to crater the whole deal. And we're getting nowhere on

mum. It's like her entirety was scrubbed from the earth. If Margot outs me as your twin now,

with Thorne already on the edge. Okay, first, dad is fine. He texted me from Fortifino, completely unbothered, said he and Captain Beers soaking up the Ligurian son. He promised a sinner in Monica once this is over, probably to announce you as heir to the ethically sourced diamond throne. He needs to know Margot is here. Now. I'll message him. Just try not to spiral before my next coffee break, okay?

How are you so relaxed right now?

I'm not.

But freaking out won't solve anything, and I will not let Margo give me early onset wrinkles.

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