The Wives
He set her up. They’ll bring him down.Emily Charlton does not do the suburbs. A successful stylist and image consultant to Hollywood stars, she cut her teeth as assistant to legendary fashion editor Miranda Priestly in New York. But with Snapchatting millennials stealing her clients, Emily needs to get back in the game – and fast.She holes up at the home of her oldest friend Miriam in the upscale suburb of Greenwich. And when Miriam’s friend, model Karolina Hartwell, is publicly dumped by her husband Graham, a senator with presidential ambitions, Emily scents the client of a lifetime.It’s not just Karolina’s reputation that’s ruined. It’s her family. And Miriam and Emily are determined he won’t get away with it. First they’ll get Karolina’s son back. Then they’ll help her get her own back. Because the wives are mad as hell . . .*Published in the USA as When Life Gives You Lululemons*
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018
First published in the USA as âWhen Life Gives You Lululemonsâ by Simon and Schuster 2018
Copyright © Lauren Weisberger 2018
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Version: 2018-05-21
To my entire family, with love
Contents
Copyright
4. Some of My Best Friends Are Jewish
6. Just a Cottage in the Country
7. Vodka and Tampax: A Match Made in Greenwich
8. Happy to Sip and Not to See
13. Celebrities Are Fickle and Oftentimes Stupid
14. Viewing of the New German Au Pair
15. Exactly Like Rehab, Only Different
16. Just a Friend and a Blue Glitter Condom
17. Pinterestâs Mom of the Year
19. America Wants to Forgive You
21. Munching Xanax Like Gumballs
22. Not the Only One Who Can Google
23. Home to the Custom-Fit Vagina
24. The Tides Are Turning and the Tears Are Terrific
25. The Cocaine of the Kindergarten Set
27. The Dalai Lama of Blackmail
29. Willing to Do Whatever It Takes
Emily racked her brain. There had to be something to complain about. This was New Yearâs Eve in Los Angeles, one of the most annoying nights of the year in arguably the most annoying city known to humanity. So why couldnât she think of a thing?
She sipped her skinny margarita from her chaise and watched her husbandâs beautiful body cut through the water like a moving art installation. When Miles emerged, he propped himself on the back of the lit infinity pool, where the turquoise water appeared to spill over the side and straight down the mountain. Behind him, the lights from the valley twinkled for miles, making the city look alluring, even sexy. Night was the only time Los Angeles really shone. Gone were the smog and the junkies and the soul-crushing traffic, all replaced by an idyllic vista of night sky and silently twinkling lights â as if God Himself had descended into the Hollywood Hills and selected the most perfect Snapchat filter for His least favorite city on earth.
Miles smiled at her and she waved, but when he motioned for her to join him, she shook her head. It was unseasonably warm, and all around her, people were partying in that intensely determined way that happened only on New Yearâs Eve after midnight: This will be the most fun weâve ever had; we will do and say outrageous things; we are loving our lives and everyone around us. The massive hot tub was packed with a dozen revelers, all with drinks in hand, and another group sat around the perimeter, content to dangle their feet while they waited for a few inches of space to free up. On the deck above the pool a DJ blasted remixed hip-hop, and dancers everywhere â on the patio, in the pool, on the pool deck, streaming in and out of the house â all moved happily to his playlist. On the chair to Emilyâs left, a young girl wearing only bikini bottoms straddled a guy and massaged his shoulders while her bare breasts dangled freely. She worked her way down his back and began a rather aggressive handling of his glutes. She was twenty-three, twenty-five at most, and while her body was far from perfect â slightly rounded belly and overly curvy thighs â her arms didnât jiggle and her neck didnât sag. No crepey anything. Just youth. None of the small indignities of Emilyâs own body at thirty-six: light stretch marks on her hips; cleavage with just the smallest hint of sag; some errant dark hairs along her bikini line that just seemed to sprout now willy-nilly, indifferent to Emilyâs indefatigable waxing schedule. It wasnât a horror show, exactly â she still looked thin and tan, maybe even downright hot in her elegant Eres two-piece â but it was getting harder with every passing year.
