Once a WASP

He doesnít wear preppy jackets and heís happier in trainers than Gucci loafers or Prada boots. He was never too proud to live in Debís working-class house or to work at the Diner.

To the country club set the America he inhabits would seem like a totally alien nation.

But watching him schmooze his way round a bunch of art critics, or charm Kinnetikís most conservative clients and their wives, and, best of all, knowing he can be trusted to eat at a decent restaurant without embarrassing them both, Brianís extremely grateful that Justinís never completely abandoned his WASP roots.


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