Party girls are not real grownups. We have been perfectly impulsive, gorgeously WILD, breathtaking and madly sexy girl-creatures whom are now living in the glorious f*cking moment. Our company is several things. But “grownups,” our company is perhaps maybe not.
We do not are now living in truth; we are now living in pretty, glitter-adorned bubbles. We drink champagne like it’s water and wear fishnet stockings into the workplace.
We have been content surviving in a fantasy that is endless. Until we have been disrupted by the cool, cunning touch of love.