Thirteen

Iris Miller

Functions with the Brentwood’s were a completely different world then mine. For a start, my dresses were usually sent over by the family. Designer because they didn’t want me to feel out of place. Second, it was always at some place old and historic with a lot of important people that I didn’t know. My mom was a teacher, which was how I’d gotten into the fancy private school I’d met James at in the first place. She’d gotten a teaching position ...