Meet Amy. Yesterday, her refrigerator shelves were disgusting. They had dried barbecue sauce on them, something clear and sticky had leaked and then dried in the back, they had the imprint of countless milk cartons and half-emptied cans. The produce drawers were filled with bits and pieces (juices) of wasted and rotted produce. Disgusting. But today...today Amy tackled it and spent an hour scrubbing, tossing and organizing her refrigerator. 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. But today, after she finished with the fridge project she put them in her car and drove them to Goodwill. Now she's the kind of person who donates to charity, whose dining room is strictly used for dining, and plays classical music for no reason. She is slightly disgusted by those people who drive around with bags of donated clothing for months on end. She's relieved she's not like them.
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.