The Stranger Asked Me to Pretend I Was Asleep on His Shoulder During Our Flight… But After We Landed, I Found Out He Was America’s Most Influential Billionaire—And My Ex-Husband Was Already Looking for Me

Maren visited on a Sunday with bagels and a look that said she would take Blaire home at the first sign of gilded nonsense.

She watched Luca pick up a napkin Fiona had dropped and said, later, in the kitchen, “All right.

He is not performing for me.

That is something.”

“It is not a proposal,” Blaire said.

“Good,” Maren said.