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Feeling a little bit better about the situation now when I realize I don’t have to deal with misogynist pricks who think because I don’t have a dick, I don’t have a right to be in the game. Fuck them.

“I’m happy you’ve left, too. Andy and I want you to build us a dream boathouse.” I turn and look at Emma, a little shell-shocked.

Stella’s booked me in to build her dream home in Montana and now Ems. Honestly, how did I get so lucky with my friends?

“I’d love to.”

Emma squeals with delight. Anderson rushes out of his office to double-check what’s going on.

“She said yes, Andy,” Emma tells him.

It takes a couple of moments for Anderson to work out what on earth his wife is talking about, but when he does, he grins and nods his head.

“This is cause for celebration,” he tells us. “I’ll grab you ladies some champagne.”

“Great, ‘cause we need to start getting dressed.” Emma grins. “I have the perfect dress for you. Plus, my glam squad is here to help get Cinderella ready for the ball.”

I simply go with it. My life is in utter freefall, but not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to allow myself one night to let loose and not think about my unemployment status or how I’m going to live. That is tomorrow’s problem. Embrace everything Emma is throwing at you tonight.

With my glass of champagne, we walk into Emma’s huge closet—which in all honesty, is as big as my apartment—and we’re greeted by her glam squad, which are set up in her makeup room. Yes, she has a makeup room beside her closet. Guess this is what happens when you marry a billionaire. Not that Emma doesn’t earn her own money from her fashion business. I know how much something like this costs, and it’s a lot more than I could ever afford.

“I’ve pulled a dress for you.” Emma grins as I check the dress hanging in a special clothes area.

Oh, wow!

The top half is white with tiny little beads and what looks to be a daring neckline, then the bottom half of the dress is black with beads running along the material with a split right up to my crotch. I run my hand over the thin super soft material. I’m not a supermodel like Emma, so I’m not used to wearing something so daring like this or as see-through.

“You like it?” Emma looks at me excitedly.

“I do. I really do.” Because the dress is stunning, but I have curves, and I don’t know if I’m going to do the dress justice.

“Try it on,” Emma encourages.

I don’t even know if I am wearing the right underwear for a dress of this caliber. Carefully, I unhook the dress from the hanger and make my way into the bathroom. I take off my inferior day dress and slip into the designer dress. Thankfully, you can’t see my nipples in the dress due to the paneling, and the slit covers my crotch. Thank goodness you can’t see my panties or panty line. I did the whole bend-over-and-look-in-the-mirror test. That’s when I catch a glimpse of myself in a side mirror, and I pause for a moment.

Wow! This dress makes me feel beautiful.

“Ari.” Emma knocks on the door to the bathroom. “You dressed yet?” she asks. I open the door, and she gasps. “Oh, babe… you look fucking amazing.”

“I know,” I agree with her. All of my reservations have gone right out the window.

Emma assesses me to make sure everything is in its right place, turning me around and checking me over. “This dress was made for you.” She gives me a little happy dance.

“It really does.” Running my hand down the material, I feel the little bumps of the beads under my fingertips.

“Okay, jump out of it, and let’s get you all glammed up.” She squeals.

Hours later, we are ready. Anderson’s in a tuxedo which, of course, he looks awesome in. I mean, the man was born to wear one.

Emma comes strutting out of her wardrobe like she’s on a catwalk, looking every inch the supermodel she once was, in a daring one-shoulder white sequin number that has a slit all the way up to her hip, exposing her long legs as she walks. I think I’m going to be on flap patrol all night. That’s how high this split is.

“Wow, Ems.” She does a twirl, and Anderson looks like he’s moments away from launching himself at her.

Hello, you have a guest.

“Ari, you look like a vision.” Emma looks over me.

My hair is pulled into a high ponytail, my makeup is natural but dramatic in the same breath, and I’ve gone for a gorgeous burgundy color on my lips. Emma lets me borrow one of her designer clutches and heels to finish off the outfit, as well as some of her diamonds. Which, to be honest, is stressing me the hell out because I know they are worth a lot of money. What happens if I lose them? Don’t think like that!

“Are we ready to go, ladies?” Anderson asks.

We both nod our heads and make our way out the door, then to the limousine which is waiting for us downstairs. Anderson helps us into the car like the gentleman he is before he takes his seat. The limousine pulls out into the busy Friday night traffic.

“When you step out of the limousine, let Anderson stand in front of you,” Emma explains. “Keep one hand over your crotch as you step out because those photographers love nothing more than to get some up-the-skirt action.” Huh? Okay. Now I’m well and truly freaked. “Just smile as you walk the red carpet. You don’t owe anyone a comment or an acknowledgment of who you are.” Emma trains me in the art of society which is a whole other world for me. Is this what the other girls have to go through with their partners?

It doesn’t take long for us to arrive at the event. Anderson gets

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