The Power of Teeth Whitener

A valedictorian with a perfect SAT score. I met her like you would meet anyone with that kinda drive. The day she got her braces off, she bought the most hardcore teeth whitener, and wore it for two hours straight. She admitted to me later that her teeth hurt for three days after. But my god did her teeth sparkle. After her teeth were baptised in hydrogen peroxide, she proceeded to drink an entire bottle of wine and drunk text my brother admitting she thought he was hot and she had the house to herself. In an instagram messenger of all places. Completely out of the blue. Balls of steel! NAY! BALLS OF DIAMONDS! He shows up at her house ten minutes later. I met her that day. She was wearing a floor length navy silk dress. She was stunning. She was a force. You meet these people, and for the first couple seconds you think they are normal.  Sims wander around the matrix, but then you can't help but be pulled in. You can't help but feel pulled into their current situation. Maybe you were actually the sim that needed jostling. 

I saw her today. Over coffee. A coffee at Ralph Lauren's flagship store. It was iconic. She graduated from NYU two days ago. Already a job lined up. From a european company that gave her too many vacation days with minimal hours demanded. She was considering getting a second job. Already worrying she wont have enough to fill her time. Typical valedictorian/Type A/ambitious/compulsive worries.  She lives on the upper east side, in an apartment with her boyfriend. Surrounded by white people thirty years older than her. I would wish that on anyone.  She predicts her boyfriend of three years will pop the question in six months to a year. It might be an heirloom from his wealthy indian family. If there ever was a happy ending I think we've found it.