MYLA
I stepped into the venue for the birthday of the one-year-old but it looked far from what a one-year birthday party should be like, luxury cars drove in, and the scent of rich people filled the air dressing in their most expensive outfits to brag and compete between each other whose outfit cost more, who drinks the most expensive wine and what not.
“Your invite” A security guard asked me using his forearm to stop me from going in, I took out my phone carefully from my purse and showed him the invite from my now shattered screen, he looked from my phone screen to me like he was having an inner confliction
“Your name please?” he asked
“Myla Vade,” I said in my most confident voice ever, no one was restricting me from going in, they sent me an invite and I honored it, I had business
