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I’ve been getting inspired by you. Now I’m thinking more about what I want out of life.” Really? I bite the inside of my cheek and let her continue. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet, but I do know that I’m not going to work at the diner for the rest of my life. And I figured I would have to start dressing like a grown up if I want to be taken more seriously.”
     
    “That’s wonderful! I’m happy to hear that you’re thinking about the long term now. Whatever you decide to do, I’m sure you’ll be amazing at it.”
     
    “I’ll let you know.” She smiles before returning her focus to her clothes, “Alright, let’s see what we can throw together here.” She pulls out a simple but chic black dress that hangs just at her knee when she holds it up to herself. “I think I’ll wear this with my pearl earrings. That’s classy, right?”
     
    “It is,” I agree still getting used to her new selection of conservative clothes. For as long as I can remember, I’ve seen Brianna dressed in flashy, short and tight clothes. It’s like those outfits have come to define her in a lot of ways. It’s going to take a bit of time to get used to her changing her style from Nicki Minaj to Michelle Obama overnight.
     
    “Here, why don’t you wear this one,” she flicks a few hangers over and reveals a navy dress with a flouncy A-line skirt and a bodice that is embellished beautifully with pink stripes. It’s feminine, understated and most of all elegant.
     
    “Perfect,” I smile back at her.
     
    Brianna looks so different with her hair swept up in a sophisticated bun and her sleek, black dress complimenting her curves without revealing every inch of her body like her other dresses used to. “Wow, you’re beautiful!”
     
    “Try not to sound so surprised,” she laughs.
     
    “No that’s not what I meant, and you know it. I mean you look sleek. It suits you.”
     
    “Well, thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself. I’m impressed at how well you’re doing your make-up now,” she steps closer to inspect my face, “I guess you just needed the right inspiration to learn, huh?”
     
    Matthew’s hypnotic blue eyes flash in front of mine, leaving me in a trance even when they’re a figment of my imagination. “You could say that,” I answer slowly, pulling myself back from his image.
     
    “Are you nervous?” Brianna walks toward her window and lights up a cigarette, making sure to breathe the smoke directly outside. Progress, not perfection. I try not to twist my face into my usual disapproving scowl.
     
    “Nervous, excited, worried… basically a basket case. But you know what?” Brianna stops focusing on her cigarette and listens intently. “For the first time in my life, I’m not afraid that I might get hurt. Matthew might not even want to see me again, but I know I have to try. Living without him is just much more painful than any worst case scenario my pride can come up with.”
     
    “Don’t worry.” She drags on her cigarette, pulling the smoke deep into her lungs. “I know he loves you. He’ll take one look at you and be falling all over himself. Besides, you’ve got me there with you if things don’t go…” smoke pours out of her mouth as she talks like dry ice on a dance floor. “Well, let’s not think about that. It’s going to be fine.” She takes one final lung full of smoke and spews the gray cloud out the window before closing it back up. Walking into her bathroom, Brianna sprays herself with some perfume, “there we go. Good as new.”
     
    I sigh but resist the urge to tell her that now she just smells like a flowery ashtray instead of the regular kind. “Ok, well let’s head out then.”
     

     
    The room is humming with the chatter of pompous, rich men prattling on about themselves. No one is even blinking an eye at the stately lobby of the Guggenheim. The white, circular staircase forms a tunnel to the spiderweb skylight several stories