Page 74 of Claim to Fame

Gavin:Speaking of the premiere, what are you wearing?

Ethan:A suit.

Gavin:What kind of suit?

Ethan:There are different kinds of suits?

Baz:Amateur.

Ethan:A nice suit.

Ethan:My usual suit.

Ethan:Was I supposed to get a special kind of suit for this?

Jamie:Do you need me to ask Tessa to come help you pick out a suit?

Gavin:Maybe you could borrow one from Baz.

Ethan:No one’s going to be looking at me. They’re all going to be looking at Hannah.

Gavin:You are her date to her first public appearance since her very public break up from a bona fide celebrity. Everyone’s going to be looking at you.

Jamie:Tessa says she’s happy to come take a look at your suit and let you know if it will work.

Ethan:I don’t need my daughter to dress me. My suit is fine.

Baz:Don’t underestimate the importance of a good suit.

Gavin:Is suit starting to look like a fake word to anyone else?

Gavin:Suit

Gavin:SUIT

Gavin:Suit suit suit

Ethan:Would you knock it off?

Jamie:Tessa says your pocket square should match Hannah’s dress.

Ethan:What pocket square? Who the fuck wears a pocket square?

Baz:Everyone who wears a decent suit.

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“What about these?” Ethan appeared in the doorway to the living room holding up two ties: one a pale blue with some kind of swirling pattern in a darker shade, and the other solid black.

Hannah looked up from her book and considered the ties. “The black one.”

He nodded and disappeared back into his bedroom where he’d been busy packing for the better part of the afternoon. They should have left for New York an hour ago at least, but neither of them seemed in a particular rush to leave Aster Bay. She turned her attention back to the book, a 1980s bodice ripper Ethan swore he only had as “research,” and tried not to think about the uneasy prickle at the back of her neck at the idea of returning to the City.

Her phone buzzed on the couch beside her. Hannah stuck a finger in her book to keep her place and answered. “Hi, Mom.”

“Oh, honey, I’m so glad I caught you,” her mother said through the phone. “I know how busy you’ll be tomorrow and I wanted to wish you luck on your big premiere.”

“From me too!” her father shouted in the background.

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