Amanda Brown

To look at the law you must look at it as a bad man.’

To look at the law you must look at it as a bad man.’

“But, Elle, we spent so many years together,” he protested. “You’ll never find anyone like me again, Elle.”

“I certainly hope not!”

“Yeah, I pulled an Elle Woods,” Sarah laughed. “I skipped class and went to the beauty salon. It seemed to work okay for you,” she added. “Manicured and winning in court, I figured you had a secret.”

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

“Oh, darling! You’re finally marrying Warner!” Eva guessed. Elle had always told her mother everything, but hadn’t had the guts to tell her about the awful October night when Warner dumped her. She knew her mother would be devastated. Although her mother ran one of L.A.’s most successful galleries, she had always told Elle that a woman’s most exalted achievement was in landing a moneyed husband and maintaining a successful marriage.