Zara smiled smugly. "Ms. Toby, don't be upset. I am attempting to help you."

"Help me?" Pete looked at Zara as if she had just been told a bad joke, her eyes dripping with sarcasm. "What could you possibly do to help me?"

"Help you become Mrs. Pete Monroe, of course," Zara replied.

"We're already married, want to see the marriage certificate?" Pete shot back.

Zara regarded her coolly, her voice airy and light. "Aside from that piece of paper, what do you have? Because, from what I can tell, none of the Monroes, including Jack, seem to be taking you seriously." Pete's fists clenched, her face falling.

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