The narrow driveway.
The kitchen table covered in receipts.
The secondhand clothes.
The years I’d worked two jobs.
How embarrassed she’d felt as a teenager when other girls had new cars and she drove mine.
How she’d promised herself that adulthood would be different.
Then she met Ethan.
His family seemed to know how to do everything properly.
The right restaurants.
The right clothes.
Which wine to serve.
When to send thank-you notes.
How to make an entrance without seeming to try.
At first, Lauren enjoyed learning those things.