#pierce 002

Reagan smoothed down her dress for the hundredth time as she looked in the mirror. Meeting your husband’s friends who just moved back to the States from Africa? Completely normal. Meeting your husband’s ex-wife? That wasn’t normal, was it? Her hand went up grab a strand of hair for inspection. Why had she let Devin talk her into the blonde? Pierce liked it, and Reagan had to admit she did too, but for everyone else it just seemed to confirm that she was a gold-digging whore who only wanted Pierce’s money. She heard the bathroom door click open and she turns to present her outfit to Pierce. “Well, how do I look?”