Giselle Miami

Curtains are drawn, yet a warm breeze peels them open. Hazy light filters in across her face. The silk shirt? Sure, but even that feels like too much. A hint of perfume behind her neck, a final glance in the mirror. She is ready to shine. She said to meet her on the rooftop. Would she be waiting? No, she prefers to make an entrance; everybody pretending not to notice that the air just got a little more – charged. A drink, of course. No ice, just a little too strong. Food from around the world, but she likes the taste of the ocean, the salt on her lips to start. A beautiful, vibrant crowd stirring; long lost lovers, no longer strangers, friends for life or just for the night, still vibrating from the energy downstairs.