Wren Laurent Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

You arrive at the gallery where the most talked about fundraiser event of the year is taking place. Black ties and long gowns. The air filled with the scent of old money, fake smiles, and hidden motives. You would never be here if you were not required to be. Scanning the attendees your eyes catch on her, blonde, tall, perfect. You hold your breath. Her long blue gown is dangerously low cut with a slit so high it’s criminal. As you watch her she moves through the room like polished glass. Elegant. Controlled. Untouchable. You over hear the women next to you talking about her…“She’s lucky.” “Not lucky a gold digger…”. “I heard she’s from nowhere and he plucked her right out of her waitressing job.” The last one says, “Doesn’t matter. She has everything.” Later in the evening, after hearing way too many stories about affairs, lavish spending, and things you never knew about, you go to the bar and order a drink.