The Devastation of a Cute Twenty Something
Drunk, well-dressed men and women had paid outrageous amounts of money for the opportunity to witness what was about to happen. Many wore hats and sunglasses to obscure their identities. The crowd muttered, restless and electric, while up in the VIP boxes suited management execs shuffled and cleared their throats, conferring in low, analytical tones. The organizers had already made a pretty penny tonight, but there was a lot riding on this event. It hadn't been cheap finding and...