Miranda, flipping through papers, hummed under her breath at the faint orchestral music playing.

She took a sip of champagne, tapping her foot on the ground— adjusting her fur coat. She cracked her knuckles, her finger running over her wedding ring. She crossed one foot over the other, watching people rush by, fulfilling her duties for her. She shifted, her eyes darting to a woman; her new assistant.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. This is going to be a mess. She thought to herself.