ROBYN
I looked at myself in the mirror for the second time. I thought I had gained weight. Since that incident, I hadn’t run, not even done a pilates class. I just sat down, ate, and slept. I didn’t even have a job.
Now, I was wearing a white haute couture dress and accessories from Schiaparelli to attend a birthday party of someone that I hadn’t met.
I was not going to attend if he had told me days before, except for his excuse that he forgot it until this morning, while we were having breakfast. Spade even hired a makeup artist when I told him I didn’t know how to do makeup for myself.
So, here I was, trying to look nice to please my husband and because I would be introduced as Spade Kolby’s wife to his wealthy friends.
“Wow!” Spade strolled his blazing gaze at me, from head to to
