To the farewell party (with Lisa)

"Honey," said Lisa while looking over her shoulder in the mirror. "Can I still pull this dress off?"
You look at the black slick dress she is wearing and honestly, she looks gorgeous. "Of course, you look gorgeous."
Your wife sighs.

"Really, you look fantastic..." you reassure her.
"That fucking Sienna. Mike will bring her to the party as well and ... christ she's so..."
"You are jealous of her? She's just a golddigger."
"John, she's a goddamn supermodel and she didn't even know Mike had that much money when they met."
"She's not a super-model. she's a regular model..."
"tomayto, tomahto"
"...also even before we made millions, to a 20something Mike was already loaded."

Lisa twirls in front of the mirror.

You let out a whistle of admiration.
"Oh, shut up, you." But it made her smile.

"Come let's go, the limo is here."