What was there to say about you? Well for starters, you were married to an amazing person, a supportive spouse. Second, you had your own business- well, soon you will, you’re an heiress after all. Thirdly, you were young, not that numbers mattered because Cynthia Bailey looks stunning, but you brought a lot of energy and fun to a group of women that hated each other.

“You are such a dirty, low down, b***h, kiss my ass, Shereé!” Oh, right, you were currently being held back by Kandi and Shamea. Yet another beautiful dinner ruined. Nene sipped her wine, Cynthia rubbed her temple, Phaedra tried to follow and chase down Shereé- actually, we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

Two Months Earlier

A beautiful celebration was held during a chilly winter in Atlanta. It was Cynthia’s birthday and she held a gold party now that she’s reaching “Golden Girl” status- her words exactly. You came bearing gifts, all in a giant gift bag. A few things from Tiffany & Co. here, expensive champagne and matching flutes there, no big deal. Upon seeing you, Cynthia’s eyes widened and that megawatt smile dazzled.

“Oh my gosh, you made it! Thank you for coming!” She hugged you tightly, with comfort and affection, she was always so sweet, to everybody.