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Katherine
“Girrrlll,” Alexandre D’Oria trilled, “did you go down another dress size?”
Alexandre was the up-and-coming designer that I’d decided to work with for my Fashion Week dress. He was doing daring work that complemented my style. When I’d approached him, he’d fallen all over himself to say yes. My dress could make his career this Fashion Week, especially since he wasn’t doing runway in New York, just exhibiting.
“I couldn’t have,” I said, running my hands down my narrow hips in the trifold mirror.
English stood nearby in black cigarette pants, a black tank, and a blazer. She shook her head. “Seriously, how do you do it? I’m going to need the name of that trainer. You’d think that I’d be losing a s**t-ton because of the divorce, but no!”
“You’re happy with Court. That’s what
