“Arthur Vance will be there,” he said. “This promotion is everything. So tonight, you’re not a florist. The chairman doesn’t need to know my wife arranges flowers for a living.”
I told him I wasn’t ashamed of my work. He told me I didn’t understand how the world worked. We went to the dinner.
The restaurant was the kind of place where the menus have no prices. Julian slid my purse across the table toward me under his breath and repeated his warning with a smile stretched thin across his face. Across from us sat my mother-in-law, Evelyn, who had never missed a chance to remind me I married above my station.