Chapter 1

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 have to show it to my mother?

Just as I pulled out my phone to demand an explanation, a text from Carter popped up:

"How is it, babe? Does your mom love the limited-edition bag I got her?"

Reading his text, the words of anger died in my throat.

I lifted the lace outfit and measured it against my body. That was when I realized the bust size was at least a D-cup—way larger than my own.

Looking at my furious mother, I took a deep breath.

"Eleanor, don't be mad. This outfit wasn't meant for me."