His First Lady
The girls are staying at a friend’s house for the day, so I don’t need to worry about them either.
Dressed, I fix my hair up into a tight bun, then add a subtle touch of makeup and pink lipstick. Satisfied, I head for the door and make my way to the country club.
I’m barely two steps through the employee entrance, when I start to hear the wait-staff gossip.
“Have you seen the Senator’s son? God, he’s so gorgeous!”
“He’s a Congressman too, don’t forget.”
“With eyes like those, no wonder he won. I’d have voted for him twice!”