The Drifter's Memoir of a Second Life
All eyes quickly turned on me as I was representing the Simpsons, with countless immediately approaching to greet me and make small talk.
I responded effortlessly, always keeping a formal and distant smile.
Still, I was just chatting with a magnate when Susie appeared before me, wearing a cheap dress that made her stick out like a sore thumb, her hair a mess and with a look of utter misery.
Heaven knows how she slipped in, but she was glaring fixedly at me with maniacal jealousy and resentment.
"Yvie Grant!" she screamed shrilly, drawing everyone's attention right away.
I frowned and nodded at the security guards as Susie tore through the crowd toward me, pointing and hollering hysterically,