Location: The Bar.
“I don’t know why I’m here, I feel like an impostor...” They were the mumblings of a mad woman really, it was always the same at events like these, Holly felt ridiculously out of place. It didn’t matter how much money she made or how much popularity she gained on her channel or with her books, she didn’t feel right. Dressed up like a dogs dinner just wasn’t a Berne thing —- she lived in sweat pants for gods sake! But hey, it was for charity, she’d be fine. Reaching out for the glass of wine she’d picked up, she took another sip, her gaze moving around the room, and then suddenly slightly startled as someone had stepped up beside her. “Hi!” Her greeting was a little too enthusiastic, but too late, it was out there now.














