tmv-At my brother’s rehearsal dinner, every guest had a real chair except me—they put my place card on a bar stool beside the coat closet, and the best man’s wife smiled, “That’s where second wives sit”; I quietly walked out without making a scene — but the next morning, Thornacrest’s general manager crossed the entire lawn, handed me a contract in front of everyone, and said, “Good morning, Ms. Colby. We need the regional vice president’s approval.”
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