Looking back, Dianne struggled to understand how she’d allowed herself to suffer such self-inflicted torture. She’d thought nothing of wearing five-inch heels for a full day at work.But it had been expected of her. She had been the wife of Taylor Moore, and she had been expected to dress and act the part, including cultivating friendships with like-minded women.The only real friendship she’d made had been, funnily enough, with Audrey, Taylor’s sister, who was an incredibly smart and amusing woman.The strange thing was, while they’d been eating last night, she’d noticed so many new things: the way Aria picked at her food as if scared to consume a calorie more than was good for her, the way she deferred to her husband before offering an opinion...all the things Dianne had once done. And just like that, she’d seen all the insecurities running under Aria’s surgically lifted skin. Being the trophy wife of a successful, rich, handsome man wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Dianne should
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