We got out of the limo in front of the ballroom. She looked wonderful, and held herself with confidence. When we entered the party, she worked the room with her smile, and charmed everyone. She made an extra point of redeeming herself to the members of society who had seen the effects of the last few months.
After a whirlwind few hours, she pulled me aside. "I've made my appearance, done the see-and-be-seen thing," and she suggested that we slip out.
We took the limo across town and Samantha and I compared notes. We talked about the different people we had seen, and who we would invite to the next dinner party. We came up with a party of ten with a good dynamic. Half of the couples were life-long friends of Samantha who would stand by her through think and thin, and the other half were the bold-faced names who had made the biggest deal about Samantha's previous behavior.
"Stop here, we're getting out," she said to the driver. As he pulled over, I questioned her, as we were about two blocks from home.
Samantha looked at me and arched an eyebrow. "I've left some things at Amanda's apartment," she explained, and paused.
A huge grin crept across her face. She leaned forward in the seat and looked as if she was in ecstasy.
"And I don't want your wife to have anything that used to be hers," Amanda moaned.
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