(Third pov)

Tristan was standing in front of the office door waiting for candy to walk out of her therapy session. He heard laughing from the other side of the door as the door opened Candy and her therapist walked out of the office.

"Well, I see you next week Ms. Carla," they said.

Candy grinned.

"Ok," she said.

Once they walked back into the office Candy's grin became a scowl.

Tristan looked at her,

"So how was it?" he asked.

"It was an hour of answering questions mostly, "Candy said with a bored expression.

"Money well spent," Tristan muttered.

"I'm going to the bathroom."Candy told him.

"Ok I'll meet you in the car,"he said while she walked off in the opposite direction.

As Tristan started to walk off,

"Mr. Michels I needed to tell you something," she said.

What is that Tristan asked giving her the side eye.

She held up a white pill bottle and handed it to him

"What's this?" he asked.

"I want to put your wife on medication but not sure how she will handle it.

"So what is this," Tristan asked examining the bottle.

"That's candy, " the therapist pointed out.

Tristan looked confused.

"Just give her this and don't tell her its a placebo and see how she reacts can you do that?"

'Yea I can do that," Tristan said.

(Candy)

"Damn it come on, " I was annoyed trying to squeeze my ass into my red dress that I could only pull up to my thighs.

I sighed as I pulled the dress off and threw it to the side.

Ever since I been taking the pills my therapist gave me I've been gaining weight and my clothes fit tighter.

I walked back in my closet and pulled out a pink dress putting it on was easy but I couldn't get it to zip.

I heard the toilet flush as Tristan walked out of the bathroom.

"You almost ready?" he asked.

"Only if I can find a dress that fits, can you try to zip this up for me?" I asked turning my back to him.

"Sure," he said as he started pulling the zipper.

"Um Candy,' he said.

"What..." I said annoyed.

'The zipper is stuck," he said as I felt him pull on my dress tighter.

"Just forget it," I said stepping out of the dress.

"Are you sure you want to go to this you don't have to hell I would rather stay home watching tv in underwear than be around a bunch of snobs."

"Well, why are you doing it then?" I asked.

he shrugged.

"Because I need the votes and getting in with the Wentworth's Is a good look," he explained.

I have to give it to Tristan he's definitely committed to this whole campaign thing even though I didn't want to go I still wanted to at least show him I'm on his team.

"Baby I'm sure I'll go," I said as I walked back in the closet and pulled out a black long sleeved dress hopefully this fit.

As was slipped on the dress and looked in the mirror I sighed in relief finding something that fits well it was tight but I didn't have to force my self into it.

I turned to Tristan.

What do you think?" I asked.

"I think I should be kissing your ass tonight instead," he winked at me.

"Well, maybe we could talk about that after." I teased kissing him.

An hour later

Tristan and I were standing talking to Mr. and Mrs. Wentsworth.

Well, Tristan was mainly doing the talking I was just sipping Champagne.

"Hovedors?" I heard a server asked I looked at the tray.

"That's just a meatball with a toothpick in it I'll pass."

I took another glass of champagne though.

Soon after I started to feel sick.

"So Carla Tristan tells us you own your own business," Mr. Wentworth said.

Tristan looked over at me.

I nodded.

"Yes I do it's called Candy's Nails," I said as I felt my stomach churning.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked him

"Down the hall to the left," he told me.

"I'll be right back," I said as I ran off to the bathroom as I tried to open the door it was locked someone was in there and I couldn't wait as I felt the vomit trying to come up.

Nowhere else to go I noticed the door to the backyard Quickly and quietly I made my way out there and soon like clockwork nothing but champagne came back up onto the grass. Luckily their dog soon came up to me and started eating it. I walked back inside

As I closed the door and turned around there was Tristan standing behind me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Just checking on you and to see if you're ready to go," he said.

I started to feel sick again.

"Yea I'm ready to go," I told him.

I was definitely going to talk to my doctor about those pills first chance I get.

Question how would you feel if your significant other gave you placebo pills? 🤔