I arrive at the sweeping entrance of the country club. The driver opens the door for me, and I step out, sighing internally. This isn't my first time at such elite events, but it's definitely the first time I'm here pretending to be someone's wife. I tuck my hair behind my ear, adjusting the lie I wear as easily as my blue halter dress, and walk into the exclusive club.
I approach the reception desk. The young woman working there smiles, perhaps a little too happily. "Hello, Miss. May I please have your membership card?"
I'm momentarily confused. Membership card? Seeing my reaction, the woman's smile falters slightly. "Oh, perhaps you have a reservation?"
I can only conclude that this is a membership-only type of club. "Yes, I am meeting Mrs. Vastano. Can you please help me?"
The woman's smile disappears completely. "Um, Ma'am, I am sorry, but you would have to call Mrs. Vastano to send someone to pick you up."
