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Emma
I look at my phone, sighing silently. I’m at lunch with my mother, at a ridiculously fancy place… and I’m counting the minutes until we’re done. I look around the dining room, look at the white linen tablecloths and waiters wearing white.
All I want is to not be wearing this tight pink dress and to be off with Jameson, but I had to leave his bed eventually. And my mother made it clear that I was going to attend this luncheon, so here I am.
It doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it though.
“Can you believe that Sarah Perkins?” my mother sniffs, sipping her glass of white wine. “She came right out and made her opinions known. Though no one but her husband took her seriously. All the rest of us know that Nancy is from… well, let’s just say, she didn’t come up with wealth. And s
