The clock approaches 6 pm and I, completely unsuspecting, arrive on time at the hotel. I enter the spacious foyer and notice people looking at me. I stand somewhat uncomfortably near a huge marble pillar clutching my purse that contains my lip-gloss and the scanty piece of lingerie for later. My statuesque figure is a commanding sight in the extraordinary cut evening wear. I overhear one couple whispering and think I caught the word “supermodel.” That brightens me up and makes my n*****s tighten.
After ten minutes, I was still standing alone, now fidgeting and hoping Ryder wouldn’t be long. I am not used to such posh places, and it scares me a little even though I look like a supermodel or Hollywood starlet. I look more womanly than in my real young adult years, not long out of school.
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