Ashlee's ensemble performed a beautiful collection of one acts, I was commended at my internship for the excellent work I had done, and Dara was speaking flawless, beautiful French. To celebrate our successes, we planned an evening out at the insanely popular nightclub, la Passerelle. It was a gigantic space that had just opened up at the heart of the city, and we’d been dying to check it out since we first heard of it. Getting ready to head out that night, I was so proud of how far I’d come that summer. It wasn’t just my success at work that was exciting, it was the fact that I was comfortable with myself in social situations in a brand new way. I looked at myself in the mirror as I arranged my hair into a tasteful up-do. I had found a beautiful emerald green cocktail dress at a vintage shop in the city, and looked for the world like a 1960’s movie star in it. I turned this way and that before the full length mirror in my studio, pleased with the results of my primping. I allowed myself to feel beautiful, and it felt damn good.
