A pretty dress does not a lovely lady make.
Trisha wore a Dolce and Gabbana gown for the event of the Pacific Union Club. Her shoes were Manolas she clutched her dazzling Judith Leiber handbag.
She spent $300 on the Brazilian blowout and the Golden Manicure at the Union Square salon. Her Uber driver spilled compliments and heads turned as the Black Mercedes SUV pulled up to the curb. Once people recognized Trisha they faux-smiled, showing their teeth.
Her reputation preceded her.
Two of her former husbands were in attendance. She entered and they turned their backs – feigning interest in their companions.
Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.