twenty-two Later that afternoon, I sit cross-legged in my closet, staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror. It’s over. After witnessing Sean and Sara’s coziness this morning, I realize I’ve fooled myself these last couple of weeks thinking...
A 1950s converted mansion, Scottsdale’s most exclusive restaurant sits above the city at the end of a curvy torch-lit drive. Most of the waiters are Italian and speak with the most charming accents, saying things like “buona sera” and “il piacere è tutto mio,” which could mean your hair looks lik...