Instead, I open the group chat I’ve been added to with Brinley, Pippa, and Cat. I’ve been too busy to add much to the conversation, so I scroll up a bit to catch up on what I’ve missed.
Cat sent pictures of the shelter where she volunteers. She’s holding a ladle full of pasta and grinning.
Cat
My homemade mac and cheese was a hit at Saturday’s lunch.
Pippa
If there are leftovers, I need them. I’m stuck in editing hell for this article I owe tomorrow.
Brinley
Ugh don’t tempt me. I’m starting to worry that I’m lactose intolerant.
Pippa
You’re not.
Brinley
How do you know??
Pippa
Because you drink like eight lattes a day and you have time to run a business instead of living in the bathroom.
Brinley
Hmm. Good point. But explain why I get zits every time I eat ice cream!!
Cat
Because you crave ice cream during your time of the month?
Brinley
Whoa, true. You two should be body detectives.
Cat
You mean doctors?
I chuckle as I rub my shoulder. I might be tired and sore, but I also have three ridiculous girlfriends to make me laugh.
Opening my email, I find the invitation PDF Sydney made for my show’s opening night party. It features a photograph ofThe Thunderstormand, to my horror, a headshot of me. I assume somebody from James’s office mailed it to her, since it’s a slight edit of my wedding pictures, with my ivory silk dress photoshopped into a professional black.
I might not want people in the art world to think of me as just Mrs. Keller, but I’ll admit, having James’s team at my disposal to handle all the legal and administrative tasks for the solo show has been a major bonus. At this point, I probably talk to my husband’s assistant, Taylor, as much as I talked to James.
Copying the invitation from my email, I text it to the girls.
Maura
Sorry I’ve been MIA. Hopefully you’re free in a few weeks!
My phone blows up within minutes.
Pippa
