CHAPTER TWENTY
Another boring ball, full of just so much show-off and fake smiles. From the chandeliers down to the smallest aspect of decoration in this ballroom was melting with perfection, lavishness and anything that made the rich look richer. Everyone in here made me sick to the stomach because they all acted like life was all about how much money they got more than you and maybe for a long time, I’d lived believing that too but now I was beginning to question that very concept. All my life all I cared about was the accomplishments and the money I raked in not feelings and emotions or people in general. Why was I even feeling empty like this? There was a certain sense of longing that had been creeping up on me today. What was the use of the all the money when I had this strange feeli
