![]() ![]() Grace replaced the palmettos with a cardboard carton of lush red heirloom tomatoes. She’d arranged them in a mottled, barnacle-crusted pale aqua bottle she’d plucked from a pile of random junk at the flea market the weekend before. The builder’s Web site referred to it as a motor court. She’d cut three small palmetto fronds from the newly landscaped driveway … No, she corrected herself. The look she was going for was spare.Įdit, edit, edit, she thought, nodding almost imperceptibly. Should she add knives? Maybe spoons? She thought not. She replaced the oversized sterling forks, tines pointed down, at the edge of the platters. With her right hand, she made a minute adjustment to one of the two deliberately mismatched white ironstone platters she’d placed on a rumpled-but not wrinkled-antique French grain-sack table runner. She’d polished the old pine table to a dull sheen, and the available light streaming in from the dining room window glinted off the worn boards. She made a conscious effort to smooth the burgeoning wrinkles in her forehead, then concentrated anew on her composition. She peered through the lens finder of her Nikon D7000 and frowned, but only for a moment, because, as Ben had told her countless times, a frown was forever. She certainly would have packed more underwear and a decent bra, not to mention moisturizer and her iPhone charger.īut as far as Grace knew, she was just doing her job, writing and photographing Gracenotes, a blog designed to make her own lifestyle look so glamorous, enticing, and delicious it made perfectly normal women (and gay men) want to rip up the script for their own lives and rebuild one exactly like hers. If Grace Stanton had known the world as she knew it was going to end that uneventful evening in May, she might have been better prepared. Can Grace figure out a new way home and how strong she needs to be to get there? Told with Mary Kay Andrews’s unique blend of humor, heart, and unpredictable plot twists, Ladies’ Night will have you raising a glass and cheering these characters on. They begin to help each other, walking a fine line between revenge and justice, as each one finds closure in ways previously unimagined. Attending court-mandated weekly “divorce recovery” therapy sessions with a group of three other women-marital misfits whose only common denominator is betrayal-Grace and the women soon ditch their therapist and move their Wednesday “Ladies’ Night” sessions to The Sandbar. Soon she’s locked out of her own palatial home, checking account, and blog, forced to move in with her widowed mother who lives above, and owns, The Sandbar, a rundown beach bar. Rising media star and lifestyle blogger Grace Stanton’s own life gets torpedoed after she drives her cheating husband’s pricey sports car straight into the family swimming pool in a fit of anger. The New York Times bestselling author is back with another page-turning beach read about a woman whose life is turned upside down when she discovers her husband cheating on her. ![]()
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