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We end up getting stuck in traffic on our way to the Chelsea hotel, but I don’t mind. I’m still reeling from the news about Anna Bardet.
I emailed her back immediately accepting the scholarship, and her assistant told me that they’d get back to me today with a date I could fly out to the HQ in New York. I spend the whole car ride bouncing in my seat, obsessively checking my emails as Josh inches the car forward.
It takes over two hours, but we eventually make it to the hotel, pulling up outside a huge white building covered in ivy. As we step inside the atrium, my eyes are like dinner plates.
The place is massive, with tiled floors and big marble columns supporting the high ceiling. There’s a waterfall splashing happily in the centre of the hall, lined with leafy foliage. One w
