When it was finally time for dinner, Kate took her place at the head table, with Johnny on one side of her and the president of Syndiworld on the other. Tully held court all through the meal. There was no other way to describe it. She was lively, animated, funny; every person seated around her—especially Marah—seemed awestruck.

Kate tried not to let any of it get to her. A few times she even tried to get her daughter’s attention, but it was impossible to compete with Tully.

Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She made an excuse to Johnny and headed for the bathroom. In line, every woman there seemed to be talking about Tully, remarking on how gorgeous she looked.

“And did you see the girl she’s with—”

“I think it’s her daughter.”

“No wonder they look so close.”

“I wish my daughter treated me like that.”

“So do I,” Kate murmured too quietly to be heard. She stared at herself in the mirror, seeing a woman who’d done her best to look beautiful for her husband and daughter, only to fade into the wallpaper beside her best friend. She knew it was ridiculous to feel so hurt and excluded. It wasn’t her night, after all. Still . . . she’d had such high hopes.

That was her mistake.

She’d pinned her happiness to a teenage girl’s chest. Idiot. The realization made her almost smile. She certainly knew better than that. Feeling better, more in control of her silly emotions, she headed back to the party.

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER
THIRTY

Tully shouldn’t have drunk so much. She stood on the stage, holding Johnny’s hand to keep herself steady. “Thank you all,” she said, flashing her smile to the crowd. “The Girlfriend Hour is so successful because of you.” She lifted a glass to everyone, and they answered with applause. It occurred to her in a burst that her sentence hadn’t been quite right, had maybe made no sense, but since she couldn’t remember what she’d said, it was hard to tell.

She turned to Johnny, put her arm around him. “It’s our turn to dance.”

The band started up; they were playing a slow song. Tully took his hand and led him out to the dance floor. She was still laughing when she recognized the song: “Crazy for You.”

Touch me once and you’ll know it’s true.

It was the song he and Kate had first danced to at their wedding.

Tully tilted her head and looked up at him; suddenly she was remembering what she shouldn’t remember: the last time she’d danced in his arms. The song had been “Didn’t We Almost Have it All?” and when the dance was over, he’d kissed her. If she’d chosen differently back then, reached for love instead of fame, maybe he would have loved her, given her Marah and a home.