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”

Eventually I hired one assistant.

Then another part-time seamstress during wedding season.

I never became a global designer.

No fashion magazine discovered the betrayed housewife in San Diego.

Thank God.

I liked appointments.

Fabric.

Clients standing in front of mirrors.