In another life, I would’ve been the cool French girl that everyone is writing about in their fashion articles.
I would’ve worn mom jeans, white button-ups and casual flats. I would’ve walked around without a care in the world, smoking my cigarettes and scoffing at Les Americains. And everywhere I went, people would stare and marvel and tell me I have that je ne sais quoi.
After being discovered at a local cafe, I would become a revered movie star. Years later, I’d retire to the French countryside, open a vineyard and live out the rest of my days surrounded by wine and puppies.
A girl can dream.