These are frameless sunglasses — the kind with no rim around the lens, just clean glass and a thin arm doing all the heavy lifting. They sit cool on the bridge, barely any weight, which is precisely the point: a woman with this much to say cannot be weighed down by her eyewear. Picture her on that couch, mid–Sit Down, dismantling Teresa’s loyalty math with the calm of someone who has already won the cul-de-sac. Lesser housewives reach for rhinestones. Jennifer reached for clarity.
Permission granted, with conditions (you must commit to the posture — slouching in frameless is a federal offense). The Power Broker doesn’t squint, she assesses. Into the Vault →


