Sultriness lingered in the air as New Yorkers hustled to their Friday night of fun. But damn, it is hot. Now I was cursing my decision to walk instead of catching a cab to the club. I pulled my auburn hair away from my neck. Every muscle in my body was fatigued from working all day on my new fashion collection. My body begged for me to slow down, but my mind raced a mile a minute with lists of things I hadn’t completed. Maybe I bit off more than I can chew. Just the thought made me queasy. This collection would make me or break me. It was a scary reality, but it was my reality. When Lily Sanchez, an energetic buyer from a Fifth Avenue luxury goods department store, had walked into my friend Francisco ‘Cisco’ Rodriguez’s upscale boutique and instantly fallen in love with my couture clothing that he sold in his store, she’d changed my life forever. Just like that, at twenty-three years old, I’d moved from fledgling darling of the fashion world to having several luxury goods buyers clamoring to carry my edgy Sin Michaels women’s wear line in their stores.
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