Apr 19, 2018
although she was almost fifty, jocelyn had no intention of slowing down. every entrance of hers was an announcement that people had to acknowledge to keep her happy; she demanded attention and respect but the latter would be questionable after her behaviour. “and the party is here!” the woman yelled out before opening the expensive bottle of champagne in her hand. as it fizzed over, she put her thumb over the top of it to ease it. “only the best!” her personal assistant would make sure that the other twenty bottles made it to her within the next hour.