[Olivia]:
A black dress with red lace trimmings, perfectly corporate. Slightly above knee-length with a band that snatched my waist. Totally not what I was expecting. Violet slipped my feet into a pair of white louboutins. She'd done everything possible to push off the other ladies that had tried to help with getting me all dressed up and as annoying as that was, I knew she was here to keep me company.
"You don't look like a photographer today," Violet muttered under her breath as she slid my feet into the second shoe. "You look like the wife of a man that comes from old wealth. What's the best way to put it?"
"A trophy wife?" I asked with raised brows and she nodded. "You know that's not true. I am not a trophy wife."
"You weren't. Jason isn't that rich. He's just lower middle class
