CHAPTER 92: EMMA

The hustle and bustle of New York City is unlike anything I've ever experienced. The constant noise, the hurried pace, the overwhelming sense of being in a place that never sleeps—it's all a shock to my system. I've been here for a few days now, trying to adjust to the culture shock and the drastic change from the life I knew back home. It's a whirlwind, and sometimes, I feel like I'm just barely keeping up.

My new apartment is small, just a studio really, but it's in a decent neighborhood, and I've already made it my own with a few personal touches—some art pieces I couldn't bear to leave behind, a cozy throw blanket, and a small collection of plants. It's my little sanctuary in this massive, chaotic city, and I'm grateful for it.

But today, I can't hide in my sanctuary. It's my first day at the art gallery where I'll be interning for the next six months. I'm both excited and nervous as I get ready, choosing a simple yet professional outfit. I want to make a good impression, but I'm