We park by a skyscraper. A valet took the keys to the car and we proceeded into the building. All the time, I was barely in control of my emotions. I might look stunning, but I wasn't feeling it. So I didn't act like it.
A dismal frown dwelled on my countenance as we walked into an elevator.
When Jake pushed the rooftop option, I became curious.
"Rooftop?"
He looked back at me and promised there was a view of New York I could only see from this skyscraper.
He was trying to cheer me up, but there was no remedy for my pain. I was supposed to be there, and I lost track of time, getting stupid makeup that had no benefit.
The rest of the elevator ride was spent in grave silence. I was anxious to get out of the confined space. And when we did, I still couldn't get to exhale. I held
