The reunion was weeks away and already she was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.  She knew the valedictorian of their class – he, of the Harvard degree and thriving orthopedic practice – would be there, with a harem of ex-cheerleader types hanging on his every word.  No matter.  The years had been kind to her, but a little help never hurt.  Twice weekly Pilates sessions: $300.  Golden honey highlights every other month: $250.  Wearing earrings of eye-popping cobalt blue quartz paired with a gold-plated floral stud that makes the guy who dumped you back in high school drool at the sight of you: priceless.