At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”
“Living in it.”
“Good.”
“No investment pitch?”
“Absolutely not.”
I laughed.
Then he added:
“Gabriel says you used to design clothes.”
I narrowed my eyes.