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‘What time will you get there,’ I ask. My fingers tense around the steering wheel as his voice booms through the hands-free. ‘I’m not going to make it.’ He sounds officious and with zero hint of regret. ‘You are bloody joking!’ I yell, my voice echoing around the inside of my Audi. ‘You promised me.’ ‘And I couldn’t foresee that Charles would need me to read through the contract for a merger that’s happening tomorrow. I’m afraid this is rather more important than your little charity do. Multiple millions of dollars and the livelihood of a thousand people depend on it.’ Here we go again. Myles rubbing it in that his job is so very important —much more important than mine. I slam my finger on the end call button, quaking with fury. No, more than that. I’m raging. He promised he wouldn’t let me down, and once again, he has. My husband may be a corporate lawyer, earning obscene sums of money, but my work brings people joy. I own a dress shop that sells sizeinclusive clothes made by independent designers. We have sweaters knitted by hand and one-off garments made by up-and-coming tailors. The items aren’t cheap but they’re unique, and people are happy to pay for individualism. It’s a privilege to support artisan makers and the slowfashion movement, even if it isn’t the most lucrative of endeavours. Today, we’re hosting a fashion show for charity. Each of our designers has donated one item and the money raised will go to an environmental charity. Last year, we raised over twenty thousand pounds for the charity, and this year I’m hoping for more. The optics matter in fundraising, and I needed Myles at my side. It’s helpful to wheel out the corporate sponsors at events like this, not least because they have the deepest pockets.