I adjusted the straps of my sequin dress as I stepped out of the cab into the cool evening sir outside Christian Sterling's penthouse.
Ugh. I couldn't believe I had actually scored an invite to a party this exquisite.
It all started with Dalu, a college acquaintance from their art history club at Penn. We had never been so tight, but we had more than a few times shared worries and problems over a few drinks.
We also bonded over our shared love for art that looked like they could scream.
So when she texted me last week saying she has met a wonderful man that she was finally settling down with and she wanted me to be there at her engagement and wedding, I'd leapt at the chance.
A night of glamour with Philly's elite? Who wouldn't want that?
I had spent hours picking this dress from a
