Meet Kim. She’s Kate’s younger sister, and she’s soooo sick of Saint Kate. In high school Kim used to sneak cigarettes on the roof of her house, while Kate was packing blessing bags for the homeless. While Kim was attending every band party in college, Kate was double majoring in Nonprofit Management and Philosophy. Kim has a nice career in pharmaceuticals, and a wonderful husband but no kids yet (which their mother reminds her of every day). Kate runs a thriving charity benefiting the homeless and somehow has time to be a doting mother to four children. And has her yoga certification. And no chin hairs.
This is the new Amy. This Amy would never have a gross refrigerator. She's not that kind of person. She's clean, organized and fresh. She feels sorry for the people with dirty fridge shelves and expired chicken stock boxes. She can't imagine having a 2 year old jar of pepperoncini peppers with mold on the inside of the lid. That's no way to live and Amy is glad she's the right kind of person. Yesterday Amy had two bags of clothes designated for Goodwill in her dining room corner. They'd been there for 2.5 months, eventually becoming invisible.
She slithers her way in and out of friend groups, wreaking havoc anywhere she can. She told you last week how much she admires you for not caring what you look like – she “just doesn’t feel right about leaving the house“ if she’s not completely put together.
Although, he wanted sophistication so she familiarized herself with cashmere, Chanel and less talking. She got her teeth straightened. She lost 15 pounds. She began to get facials and emulate the women she met at parties and dinners out. Within two years Hilary had become an enormous influencer, who shamelessly flaunted her Bentley, her castle-replica country home, her new baby (way to go, Alexander), and the clothing line that Alexander financed for her. Every time he comes home with jewelry, or a new car, or takes her on a shopping spree, she is reminded of the true love she feels for him.