Pulling down the hem of the black spaghetti hand dress I was wearing, I walked in with Sophie.
And must I add, this is simply uncomfortable.
From the dress I was in (which is shorter than I expected), the people, everything, I feel inferior.
Holding on tight to Sophie, she groaned.
"Come on, Rissa, loosen up. "
She said and snuck her hand out of my hold.
"I'm off to see my boyfriend."
She said.
Sophie just got together with some business man she met at on of her shoots as a model.
Sighing,I noticed a bar and headed there.
*******
As I sipped on my juice, I looked around.
All these people were posh and dress ultimately extravagantly.
I don't know if that's a word but sure.
This so called party was brutal hell for me.
It's like an ordinary person's funeral.
I'm not saying that someone's funeral is brutal hell for me... just you know what I am sayin'?
But honestly, I could be reading some to die for novel or something?
"Can I have some more juice please?"
I notified the bartender.
He looked at me and spoke.
"Care for some tequila?"
I looked back at him.
"No, sorry, I don't drink."
"Oh, what you someone's sober driver tonight or? "
"Don't know what could happen so... "
He nodded and passed me a glass of juice.
I turned towards the party to survey all the people I thought could be my potential employers.
Bringing my CV to a party?
I know it's a lazy and stupid idea but I have no other option.
With me zoned out, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Turning to face the person, I choked.