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“A lot has changed. It can inspire others who live with chronic issues.” In his field of work, Ethan would be up to date on the conversations about accessibility in the media, but politics was a different beast.

“That may be the case with the voters, especially the younger generations. If my dad taught me anything, it’s that Congress is still a shark tank, ready to attack at the first drop of blood. I have to stay on guard at all times.”

Chapter 4

“Please let me see the dress, Evie,” Meghan begged. “You’ve been working on it for a week but we still have time to run out and get something that would be perfectly acceptable.”

“I’m not settling for acceptable.”

“I can’t lose my job over a damn dress.”

“You are going to have to trust that I’m not going to embarrass Michael or myself, no matter what he might say.”

“I’d hate to imagine what you’d be up to if that was your plan.”

“You didn’t tell him anything about it, did you?” Evelyn worried what Michael’s reaction would be if that ever happened.

“Oh god no! I wouldn’t have survived the fury of either one of you.”

“I figured he would have come storming in here if you had.”

“Do you think he’s going to hate it that much?”

“No, just me.” There was brooding and there was Michael’s visible disdain of her existence.

“That can’t be true. I mean he did marry you after all.”

“Meghan, you do remember that this is just a business arrangement, right? He doesn’t need to like me, just tolerate being around me for occasions like tonight.”

“But the story in the news was so romantic. The entire city is waiting to see you together.”

“Some of it was even true. Anyway, I promised I will appear as the adoring trophy wife he needs me to be.”

“Not if we don’t get you to your spa appointment on time.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not paying for a spa.”

“But you have to. They’re going to do your hair, makeup, and nails.”

“Ah, sweet, privileged Meghan. I bet you had that done for your high school prom.”

“Well, yeah. How else was it going to get done?”

“We do it ourselves.”

“No, not this. It’s too important. You’re going to wind up as an internet meme of what not to do.”

“I’ve had a few friends in the industry give me some tips. Have a little faith and sit here so I can figure out what style I want with this dress. I may have to recruit Tilly and Cora too.”

“They were both in the kitchen, last time I saw them.”

“Let’s get going then. Grab those containers. It’s time to take the beauty salon on the road.”

“Or at least to the kitchen?” Meghan chuckled, following Evelyn downstairs.

Set up at the breakfast bar, time passed quickly as the four women experimented with different hairstyles ranging from the Regency era to more modern. They hovered over each other’s phones to see how-to videos and took dance breaks when a popular musician popped into the line-up.

“Ladies, you all look divine.” Banner complimented the three women, eyeing all of their various updos decorated with crystals and pearls.