Non Rianna Shaikh, you didn’t!

 

 

Dearest,

my first publication for the year. I know. And she’s brave to be cocktailing with a last name like that

don’t care. Let’s all adjust to my new ruthlessness. Today I had too much to do. Et I had to look pretty, dear lord, thank you for the miracle.

 

There is only so much a writer can do in a day. I need sweatpants. Chocolats Et tea. Please. No. Calls. Til 23.

j’adore toi,

Rianna K Shaikh