His First Lady
I don’t have a good answer, which is how I find myself standing outside one of the top bars in the city just thirty minutes later.
Cynthia is dressed for the club, in tight shorts and a too-loose tank top that shows off the top edge of her flowery bra when she leans over.
I’m still wearing my cocktail dress from the party. It’s nothing too revealing, but it’s form-fitting. And it’s covered in blue sequins. Garner said it was too much when he saw me the first time wearing it, but I like the way it sparkles.
I’m so tired of worrying about what he thinks. Hell, I’m tired of thinking about him at all.