“Maybe,” I said. “But I’ll regret it with excellent views.” The elevator doors closed and the day resumed. Power rarely pauses to admire itself, and there were still calls to return and earnings to review. Only when I got home did the silence become audible again. I poured a glass of wine and sat in … Continue reading Part2: At my bridal fitting, my fiancé’s mother looked me up and down in a $14,000 gown and said, “White is for girls who have a real family waiting at the end of the aisle.” And while the entire salon stood frozen, my fiancé lowered his eyes and said nothing.