chapter 75

MAY. “I suppose this means no more work then? You should see Bradford! His eyes literally bulged when you came on screen!” Ginny squeals, sorting through my closet of new untouched clothes and accessories worth more than my paychecks combined. I try not to wear them on the outings. They feel too much. Too shiny. Too expensive for me. I don’t know if I’ll ever really fit into Ethan’s lifestyle. It’s too much. Ever since we went public on our marriage a few days ago, my phone has been blowing up with messages from people I don’t know. Party invitations, club membership invites, hangouts at places where my lips can’t work to pronounce, more interviews, tags on posts, hate comments on how basic I look beside the richest man in the city—I can’t even go out without cameras clicking. This is what Ethan had been trying to prepare me for, but I don’t think I can ever get used to being called, ‘Mrs. Anderson’, when I damned well didn’t get married to any ‘Anderson’. There’s also the part whe