Love, Unfiltered — The Beacon Hill Crowd

I'm Vivian. Julian and I grew up next door. You're beautiful, sweetheart. Julian is a lucky man.

You're too kind, Vivian. She smiles like a toothpaste ad. But her eyes are scanning me head to toe, appraising my market value.

Sweetie, I've watched more palace-scheming dramas than you've had hot dinners. Market value. She clocked Vivian's entire play in four seconds. I pay analysts six figures for that speed.

Excuse me, champagne went down wrong. Julian doesn't like these things. Try not to drag him out too often. Oh, so she knows my husband better than I do? Sis, that's a declaration of war.

You multi-take care of him. Babe, he's not a shared summer house. There's no timeshare on this man. No timeshare on this man. I'm gonna need that framed.

Vivian, I trust you've met my wife. Of course. She's lovely, Julian. Now if you'll excuse us. Darling, introduce me to your board friends.

Watch me out old money, the old money. I'll charm this whole Beacon Hill crowd before dessert. This is the best night of eavesdropping I have ever had. And I'm getting paid in real time.

She's charming, Julian. Wherever did you find her?