Gala Event
Tracy stepped in, holding onto the doorknob of the front door, trying not to trip over her own two feet. She could walk in heels, but not heels this high. She felt like all the eyes in the room landed on her, even though she could barely hear herself breathing over all of the conversations and the sounds of drinks and plates clinking. She cleared her throat and walking in more, to stay out of the door’s way. She wasn’t even in there for a minute, before she could feel people staring at her and hearing people talk about her. She turned around and walked to the door, pushing it open, but felt the door collide with somebody. “Oh god,” she said and stepped outside, looking at the other. “I-I’m...I-I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

















