Nicole Vargas
I was soaking wet.
I stepped out of the taxi, pulling my suitcase behind me as I made my way towards the front door of the mansion.
My hair was sticky and wet and my YSL dress clung onto my body like a second skin. It was hard to walk in the pouring rain with six inch stiletto heels and legs that were shaking uncontrollably. My makeup was smudged all over my face and my false eyelashes came off in the taxi.
If only I had took one minute out of my precious time to look up the weather in New York I would have not be in this situation right now. My heels made it impossible for me to walk fast in the rain, because the tiled driveway was slippery.
When I finally reached the front door I wiped my hands on my dress and combed my sticky hair with my fingers. I grabbed a tissu
