An array of businesslike personnel welcomes my vision, some with wide smiles plastered on their faces, some with a look of disdain, and some with questionable expressions. They stand alongside the luxuriously carpeted floor, creating a red-carpet effect. All of them dressed in expensive business wear, with dozens of them wearing Louis Vuitton red bottom heels. The female employees looked like they came straight out of a magazine cover, while the men's looked like they could be modeling for the high-end brands they wore.
Feeling anxious and out of place, I stared down at my own attire. A sad blue high waisted pencil skirt, blazer, and an overused white shirt to accompany it. My budget heels, which were bought from a 50% off deal downtown made a thunderous "click-clack" sound the more I wanted to feel invisible. My sensibly low heel now started to feel ridiculously high and pointy as my legs started shaking, almost visibly.
