Hope
Between the smell of seafood and rich upstate lobbyists gloating about how they successfully cheated on their wives and got away with it, I didn't know which nauseated me the most.
Nonetheless, after counting to ten in my head, I got up from the table I'd been sitting on and decided to take a breather because something about watching Maria stab the lobster meat with her fork and pry the shell open made my stomach turn in ways it shouldn't.
I wasn't a big fan of seafood and my pregnancy only intensified the need to throw up. Excusing myself, I took the elevator up to the grand terrace where I leaned over the banister for a fresh breath.
The skyline was beautiful—absolutely magnificent. I always loved how the blue haze of day fell and lifted to reveal the stars. It was euphoric—a
