Bitter Wine

Jennifer 

The sharp scent of sandalwood diffused through my penthouse, mingling with the cloying sweetness of the leftover Merlot in my glass. The evening lights of New York City  glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I sat curled on the white velvet couch, legs tucked under my thin silk robe, my phone balanced on my thigh. My thumb scrolled relentlessly through Instagram, the glow of the screen harsh against the darkened room.

Every influencer. Every lifestyle blog. Every fashion curator.

They were all reposting Eloise’s new brand deal announcement with Fauné Maison and Vivienne Leclerc.

My chest tightened so violently I thought my ribs might shatter. My pulse thudded...