Residing in The Big Apple surely had its perks; for Yvonne King, the main one was the easily accessible public transportation. For a woman who'd been an owner of a New York City driver's licence since she was sixteen years old, Yvonne rarely drove her own car. She hated getting behind the wheel, and only relied on her Jeep when it was absolutely necessary. Very often, like a good portion of NYC natives, the young woman would simply walk or take the subway to and from her multiple destinations. And sometimes, much like today, she'd rely on a taxi cab driver to get her where she needed to be in a timely manner. Yvonne was thankful that the TAP dinner party was to be held in the Plaza, a hotel that she'd seen many times before but could never afford to spend a night in. This way, she wouldn't have to stress over what would have been her very first plane ride.
As soon as the cab arrived at the hotel, a man who looked to be about thirty years her senior pulled open the car door and gingerly helped her out of the backseat. It was after she'd exited the vehicle and stepped foot onto the concrete sidewalk that any nearby spectators could get a first look at her
ensemble. Her floor length, off the shoulder dress was black and polka-dotted; the fabric hugged her body like it was made for her and no one else. She paired this dress with her favorite pair of black heels and a heart shaped clutch; she felt that this would be fitting given the entire reason why she was attending this event in the first place. As she followed the man inside of the hotel and towards the elevator, Yvonne took long, confident strides. The corner of her mouth slightly turned upward at the sound of her heels clicking against the tiled floor.
After taking the brief elevator ride, Yvonne was directed to the ballroom. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she admired all of the gold and blue decorations; she smiled in awe as she looked up at the beautiful chandeliers. She allowed herself a few more moments to take in her surroundings before snapping back to reality. Following the lead of those who'd arrived just before her, Yvonne began to sift through the many name cards that had been placed upon a couple of the ballroom tables; it wasn't long before she had found her own card and begun heading towards her designated table. Upon arriving at her seat, she couldn't help but notice that coats and purses had been draped over a few of the chairs at the table. These chairs, however, were unoccupied, therefore Yvonne made the assumption that the owners of these few items were around mingling with the rest of the participants. After a quick debate, she decided to follow suit; she draped her jacket and purse over the back of her seat before making a beeline for the bar. She needed a bit of alcohol in her system if she was to make it through the entire night.
"I'll just take a house beer," Yvonne said to the bartender as she took an empty seat at the bar. While she waited for her drink to arrive, the woman took this time to scan her immediate area; there were quite a few interesting looking people gathered at the bar. The first person Yvonne noticed was a young woman in a floral dress; a small crowd had gathered around her, all of them smiling and giggling like school girls. Next, Yvonne spotted an oddly familiar looking man, casually sipping his martini. She studied the tall mans face for a few moments before finally making the connection. Yvonne wasn't a huge movie buff like her friends were, and although she initially had trouble putting a name to the face she did recall seeing him a couple of times on the big screen of her local movie theater. As her glass of beer was sat on the counter in front of her, Yvonne couldn't help but groan before taking a quick gulp of the bitter liquid. If someone as handsome and accomplished as
Ethan Walsh was on a trip like this, what were the odds of someone like her ever finding love again?
Yvonne shrugged off these negative thoughts as she quickly finished off the rest of her beer in a few large gulps; she smiled satisfactorily at her empty glass as she thought of what her best friend had told her earlier on in the day.
"Please, for the love of God," Corinne said,
"Do not order beer. Get something more lady-like and... high-class. Like a margarita or some champagne. You'll make a better first impression." But Yvonne wasn't too worried about any of that. Because if someone had an issue with her choosing a good, old-fashioned beer over a pricey glass of murky olive water, they surely weren't the right person for her.
"Hey, bartender. Can I get another one of these?"
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