KATY'S POV
“This place is so cool.” I giggle, then quickly bite it back when I remember I’m in public and about to walk into the conference room for the Network Collective. I take a breath, but it’s useless. The excitement bubbling in me refuses to stay down.
“You look like a kid about to enter Disneyland,” Braydon teases.
I shoot him a look but can’t help smiling. “You don’t get it,” I say, shaking my head. And he really doesn’t. Even in ten years, I doubt he’ll understand what this moment means to me.
Freshman me—the one who watched clips from this conference instead of attending—would be crying right now. I used to imagine what it’d be like to be here, surrounded by people who actually built something from nothing. And now, I’m finally walking into a room full of them.
Forget Vogue
