Ten years later
I look in the mirror admiring my outfit. I am dressed in a black long sleeved turtleneck crop top on black high waist jeans. I wear my hair in two high buns leaving some hair on the side of my face. I finish the look with black boots.
My phone dings and I see a text from Jake. "Where are you?" It reads. "Be there in ten", I reply. I grab my purse and put on my jacket since it was a cold winter afternoon here in New York.
I lock the door to my penthouse and leave. Usually, I'd take a car but the restaurant we are meeting isn't far from my place. So I decide to take a stroll.
If there's one thing I love about New York it's that everybody is minding their own business. Nobody is even paying me any attention. "OMG you're Josie Bolton". Or so I thought.
I look to see a lit
