From grabbing a Starbucks in the morning to clear the hangover you suffered from last night to having a shot of bourbon the same night, life in New York is unpredictable especially for a girl like me. I had a lot planned for the day, class and then grabbing a dress for a Charles Dickens festival. Yea you are right, I love books no doubt about that.
This is a festival I go to every year and this year it seems sort of special. It was at my favourite place near the water fountain I always go to. Crossing the times square I pause and realise how beautiful it looks. I look at myself in a mirror, wearing a black corset dress, the shape of my curves running down my ass. The perfect hourglass figure every girl desired to have. I wore a green hat to complement the dress as it was obviously a Charles dickens fest so the hat was kind of mandatory there.

When I reached the fest, there were so many people and I actually was startled to see so many fans out there. Among those fans there was one guy I has my eye on, dark complexion, long hair, a photographer. He was capturing all those perfect laughs and memories, a father holding her daughters hand in the crowd, a husband complementing his wife and of course the gorgeous single ladies laughing on God knows what!
He was just so perfect. I kept gawking at him the whole party. He clicked a few pictures for me with different poses of course. There was a certain heat both of us noticed in the aisle while photo shooting. I saw a girl slipping a note to him taking it out of her breasts. What could it be? Her number? Money? Well he wasn’t happy so I was in luck. Maybe if I sleep with him tonight I might get to know (smirk). After clicking ample of pictures he came up to me and asked my name....