Lauren

6 pm on the clock and me swallowed Cheval Blanc, one of the most expensive wines, while sitting near the poolside, dripping my legs in the lukewarm water, it felt like a luxury that I wasn’t born to have.

In my usual life, I would have been running from one floor to another clutching a file in my hand to take a sign from someone important just as my boss would have commanded. There were a few times when I set my foot inside my apartment before 9. It was another new world of chores I needed to do after coming home. Cooking food, washing clothes, having dinner, watching some funny kid’s video on my phone, and before 11, calling it a night. The sun rose, so did I, and I repeated the same routine like a robot for three years. What was more surprising was that I barely had any complaints about that.

Believe me or not, I was sort of missing those days. In the past week, all I did was sit in that million-dollar apartment, attend parties, and doll up with all those high-priced brand names. I