I said nothing.
She looked me up and down.
"Hey, come in for a treatment. I'll give you fifty percent off."
She pulled a glittering gold business card from her Chanel bag.
"What's this?"
"For my birthday this year, he secretly spent a fortune building a cosmetic surgery clinic in Harbor City, just for me. A gift. You know what he said? He said my beauty was his pride."
"He's absolutely crazy about me."
She was right about one thing. I stared at her, drenched in love and money. She'd had a child and still looked young and stunning. Crimson lips, killer figure, not a single fine line at the corners of her eyes.
And me? Hollowed out from overtime shifts, my face gaunt and sallow, my lips cracked and peeling, my eyes dull and empty.
"When's your birthday?" I asked.
"April first." Something crossed her mind, and she broke into a radiant smile. "Best birthday I ever had."
She pressed the card into my hand.
"Seriously, you should take better care of yourself."
"Your bone structure's not bad. Fix yourself up a little and maybe you can hold on to your man. Trust me."
April first. Six months ago.
A day I would never forget.
My fifth wedding anniversary with Dominic.