I ran into Queen Bridget and had to pay my respects. He wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “What did I miss?” Gunnar, Agnes’s husband, returned from the bathroom and slid into the seat next to my sister. Reservations were booked out months in advance, and even celebrities had a hard time getting in, but the hostess magically found a table when I dropped my name over the phone.
We were eating brunch at a hot new restaurant on the Upper East Side. I toyed with the stem of my mimosa glass. “We didn’t start off on the best foot, but we’re warming up to each other.
“Tell me he’s not as bad as the papers make him out to be.” “Answering the question without answering the question. Too attractive for his own good. “Dante.” “To answer your questions, Mom is too busy dreaming of Italy and lording my engagement over her friends to give me a hard time, but ask me closer to the wedding. “Is Mom giving you a hard time? Is Dante treating you right? Is-“ “How are you holding up? I know this whole…situation can be overwhelming.” Agnes fixed me with her patented concerned older sister stare. Vivian and her sister following the engagement party.
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