~Maeve~
Fuck! f**k! f**k!
The word f**k runs in a loop in my mind, as I make my way towards the Modern Art Gallery, one of the finest in all of Manhattan. My hands won’t stop shaking and I’m driving with the hopes of not getting into a wreck because clearly the anxiety is messing with my body. New York is passing by me in a blur and to be honest, much of today has been a blur. One minute, I had been laying my outfit out and the next I was in it and then boom, makeup and hair check. Amidst this drama, I’d even managed to send Noah, a text, earlier this morning, letting him know that he is always welcome to drop by today and followed it up with an apology for the late notice. I have no qualms in saying that it took me a while to get my bearings right before I asked Noah if he wants
