Almost midnight in
Manhattan. "Here you are,"
she thought. "You finally made
it." As the crowd of guests, some
of which she didn’t even know,
continued to thicken, she looked
out into the New York night;
each little light blinking back in
a messy rhythm as if they were
applauding her. Two years ago,
when she was just another self-proclaimed writer in
this city of millions, she never thought She’d be at her
very own launch party. Especially a swanky rooftop
soiree complete with champagne that cost more than
her first paycheck a pop and a celebrity chef with a
restaurant wait-list longer than her debut novel.
This was more than just a professional event; this
was her introduction into a new world. One that
would make her dream bigger and work harder to
reap even better rewards... like the Luxor Lapis
Lazuli Earrings she bought just for the
occasion. Sure, they were a splurge, but how better
to announce her arrival than with a statement
of shimmering blue surrounded by sparkles so
magnificent that the Manhattan skyline fades into
the background as she emerges front and center.
Smiling at all the attention, she thinks to herself,
"Well if my book is as brilliant as my jewelry, I’m
definitely headed for success."