“I invited her to the anniversary party. We’ll make a girl’s day out of it. Shopping, manicures, haircuts, the works. We’ll need to get a suite at the hotel, or get a rollaway.”

“I’ll be the luckiest guy in the room,” he said.

Kate smiled at him, feeling hopeful for the first time in longer than she could remember. She and Marah would have a perfect mother-daughter evening. Maybe it would finally tear down that wall between them.

Tully should have been on top of the world. Tonight was the anniversary party for her show. Dozens of people had been working for months to make it the event of the year in Seattle. Not only were the locals expected to attend, but the RSVPs indicated a celebrity-studded night. In short, everyone who was anyone would be here, and they were coming to honor her, to applaud her phenomenal success.

She glanced around the glittery, traditional ballroom of the Olympic Hotel. Actually, she thought it was called something else these days—chains kept acquiring and selling the property—but to Seattleites, it was and would always be the Olympic.

The room was full of her peers, her colleagues, her partners, many of her A-list celebrity guests, and a few of her key employees. Everyone she saw raised a glass in celebration. They all loved her.

And not one of them really knew her.

There it was. Edna had been unable to come, and Grant hadn’t even returned her phone call. The latest tabloid she’d read claimed he was marrying some starlet, and although the news shouldn’t bother Tully, it did. It made her feel old and lonely, especially tonight. How was it that she’d reached this age alone? Without a special person with whom she could share her life?

A waiter passed by her and she tapped his shoulder, snagging a second glass of champagne from his tray. “Thanks,” she said, flashing the Tallulah Hart smile, looking around the ballroom for the Ryans. They still weren’t here. She was drifting in a sea of acquaintances.

She downed the champagne and went in search of another drink.

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The day of beauty with her daughter was everything Kate had hoped it would be. For the first time in ages, they didn’t fight. Marah even listened to Kate’s opinions on things. After they’d chosen their gowns—a one-shouldered black silk gown for Kate and a beautiful pink chiffon strapless one for Marah—they checked into the Gene Juarez day spa, where they got manicures and pedicures, haircuts, and their makeup done.

Now they were in Marah’s bedroom in the suite at the Olympic. Crowded into the bathroom, they stood side by side, studying themselves in the mirror.