If New York had a warning system for emotional disasters, the sky would've turned red the second Mabel Harrigan's plane landed. She didn't sneak back into town quietly. Oh no. She descended like a storm front… all poise, perfume, and perfectly timed camera flashes. Within twenty-four hours, every media outlet from Vogue to the business pages had her face splashed across headlines: Mabel Harrigan Returns to Support Fox Global in Trying Times.
Support. Right. That woman wouldn't "support" Teddy if he were dangling from a cliff and her only option was a helping hand. She'd hand him a Gucci belt and tell him to make it fashion.
The first time I saw her again was at the Met charity luncheon… one of those events where people pretended philanthropy was just another accessory. I hadn't eve
