There was a time I used to admire a colleague who seemed to have it all. Those were the days when cars were very expensive and most of us were using passenger transport but she was driving a Mercedes Benz and dressing expensively too.
Her children attended high-end schools and she could not stop talking about her sweet husband. We knew when roses were delivered because we saw them. Oh, we admired her so much that we missed or took lightly the heavy make-up, a scratch here, a mark there and the dark sunglasses she always had on.