Amanda Brown

You have black rings under your eyes."

Elle had been Miss June on the USC calendar for three consecutive years. She was president of Delta Gamma and of the Intersorority Council. She had practically invented her major in sociopolitical jewelry design by merging technical classes at the architecture school with sociological research on tribal ornamentation and feminist critiques of beauty myths.

into her Prada bag and departed quickly

her smile lit up the room as her delight to be with him radiated from her

She gazed up at the sky to make sure the stars were in alignment, as Cosmo had promised they would be.

Do you know the courage this took, Elle? How hard it was for me?” He paused for a moment and appraised her cleavage. “Really hard,” he added. He looked down, apparently wounded by his own high standards.

She felt trapped in an Aaron Spelling drama where bad things happen to good-looking people.

Tequila-induced or not, the idea stuck

Margot shrieked. “Not that one. Don’t you know anything? J-Lo never should have done that cover! There’s an In Style Weddings curse. Like three of their cover brides, including Courtney Thorne-Smith, were divorced before the issue hit the stand!”

Warner, hoping this would help him slip that “something” on her finger