ELENA
"You look perfect," Maya said, and stepped back, and I turned to look in the mirror.
The dress was navy. Not dramatic. Just clean and right and the kind of thing you wore to a high-end charity gala when you needed to look like you belonged there without looking like you were trying to.
"The Ashford Hotels Foundation annual gala," Maya said, behind me. "Six hundred guests. Every photographer in the city. Your second major public appearance as his wife."
"I know what it is, Maya."
"I'm just—"
"I know." I looked at my reflection. "I've planned three of these before. I know how they work."
"You planned them. You didn't attend them as the subject."
That was a real point. I said nothing.
The car came at seven. Dom was in the entrance hall when I came out of the bedroom, already in
