Chapter Six
KENZIE
My studio apartment has two things going for it. First, it’s in Manhattan. Second, it’s small enough that I really only need to move about two steps in each direction whether I’m hungry or I have to go the bathroom. New York has much worse to offer and, like I said, it’s in Manhattan.
I fall back on the pull-out sofa that’s also my bed and lean my head back, closing my eyes.
It wasn’t the best day for me as an event planner.
I met with a potential client for her daughter’s fifth birthday and even though kids’ parties aren’t my ultimate goal, I was really excited about it. The client lived in a condo that overlooks Central Park, so working with her would definitely be a stepping-stone into the most elite circles in Manhattan.
Everything was going well. She loved my
