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– This is it,” I say to myself and purr as I pull the simplest white sweater, the simplest black skinnies, and the simplest burgundy jacket off the rack.

– Are you sure? – Jeanne asks me again.

– Absolutely.

One would assume that the offended bride would come to the meeting dressed up like a Christmas tree after an eternity in the salon, with her hair and fresh manicure and smelling of something worth more than my whole life. It would have been foolish of me to even try to outdo her. But she would gladly rub my nose in it if she suspected me of trying to compete with her.

Fortunately, I wasn’t going to do that.

I have a different strategy. It’s the winningest. If you want to piss off a not very smart, jealous woman, show that you don’t need expensive trinkets to be better. Because you’re better a priori, by yourself. Even if you show up to the meeting wearing clothes from the stockade.

I send Jeanne off to see if dinner is ready for the little ones, change quickly, and put my hair in a ponytail. I do a little makeup on my eyes and lips, and tidy up my eyebrows.