So I sit alone in the back of this fancy sedan, wearing a dress that feels too sexy to even be touching the skin of someone like me, heading to a party where I know exactly zero people.
I don’t see how this could go badly, do you?
The driver takes us over the bridge into Manhattan, through Midtown, then north toward the Upper East Side. We pass restaurants I’ve only ever read about, buildings with doormen in white gloves, women in fur coats stepping out of other black sedans.
It’s painfully obvious that I don’t belong here. I don’t belong here. I don’t belong here. I don’t belong—
The car stops. We’re here.
I look up to see we’re in front of a massive stone building. It looks like a museum, or a mansion, or maybe both. Columns frame the entrance. A red carpet runs from the curb to th
