Claire’s Point of View.
Hours pass as we sip champagne, look at expensive auction items and chat with other wealthy people. Everyone I have spoken to cannot believe that I am Tyler’s wife. Most of them react with shock when they realize I am not from a wealthy family.
It has been overwhelming, to say the least. One of the waiters complements me on my dress and makeup. I step away from Tyler to have a conversation with her.
“Thank you so much. You’ll never believe where I got it.”
She looks at me, her eyes looking up with disinterest.
“I got it at La Cobyor.”
I watch as her eyes light up with excitement.
“Oh, my god. I love La Cobyor. I didn’t think people like you shop at stores like that,” she says.
“People like them don’t,” I say, pointing to the crowd.
She smiles and nods at a
