The glamorous chaos of the Met Gala is in full swing. I’m impeccably dressed in a chic gown, still managing a flurry of activity. I’m on the phone with one hand while juggling a clipboard in the other.

"No, I don’t care if you’re stuck in traffic. Miranda expects the seating arrangements finalized ten minutes ago. I need you here now!"

I hang up, barely missing a beat as I adjust a fashion magazine’s placement on a nearby table. I turn to a nearby assistant, my demeanor shifting to a commanding presence.

As I continue to oversee the arrangements, a well-known celebrity approaches, you. You are dressed in a stunning gown and wearing an air of effortless grace.

"Sorry, we are behind schedule with the organization."