A first for me to try for Paula’s photo prompt:
It was all right for some, those who would hang on the arm of a client or sit by their side and seem forever glamorous. For people like me, it took time and effort to get inside the casino, let alone close to the table, where all we could do was watch and feel the tension mount.
How I wanted to be her. Cocktails by the dozen, demurely sipped, looking over her sugared glass with caramel eyes fringed with perfect, if false, eyelashes and secret smiles.
At best, I could expect a nice cup of lemon tea, served in a china cup of course, I have some standards you know.
Still, I bet none of them were able to kick off their shoes in the early hours and then sleep until nearly midday.