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Shaking my head, I hated how superficial and unreasonable that made my mother. “There’s more to a wife than fashion sense,” I said. Just hearing that word “wife” made me shiver.
He nodded slowly. “I agree, but I have to say, I wasn’t too impressed with Esme’s getup, or I should say her lack of clothes.”
“It’s all the rage,” I said.
“What? To go around in the nude?” he asked. “Say what you will about your mother, but when it comes to elegance and class, she always makes me proud.”
“She grew up in a Milanese fashion house. One would expect that.”
“Okay, Chase.” He rubbed his hands. “Good. That retirement’s looking better by the minute. I’m happy with where you’re heading.”
He patted my shoulder, and I walked out of his office with a bounce in my step.
Who would have thought a fatherly pat on the back could do more than a party drug? As much as relying on paternal approval for a self-esteem boost irked me, I had to admit how good “well done, son” actually felt.
I picked up my phone and scrolled to the image of Ivy in black lace, hanging upside down on my bedroom pole. Her silly contorted facial expression only made her prettier. Smiling at the photo, I thought, I can do this.
On that note, I headed into Ms. Sharp’s office. I couldn’t even bring myself to think of her as Heather, even in my head.
She peered at me over her glasses.
“I might take the afternoon off to do some research for tomorrow’s pitch.”
“How are those other files going?”
I took a deep breath. “I’m getting there. I think we can salvage Mondaine. Cassandra Smith intimated that she wasn’t too pleased with Whitman’s.”
She nodded.
I saluted. “See you tomorrow.”
