Yael stood outside Rina’s Racks her sister-in-law’s clothing store that she had somehow never mustered up the guts to step foot into. Until today.
The craziest part was she was entering these hallowed precincts of the uber-sophisticated by actual invitation. It had happened just after the Senator Pearl event. The entire Jeren clan had shown up — she assumed by her father-in-law’s orders. Still she’d been touched by the unexpected show of support.
When the big miracle had happened (no not miracle she reminded herself because Ephraim hated when she put herself down; the anticipated outcome of an insane amount of practice) and she’d actually done a decent job welcoming the senator her sisters-in-law had approached her one by one and warmly congratulated her. It was the first time Yael had felt accepted.
It was in the context of this sisterly spirit that Rina had looked her outfit up and down — and Yael had dressed with as much care as she possibly could on that day — and kindly offered to take Yael shopping at her boutique.
