Imagine sitting at a café in the most effortlessly chic outfit while nibbling on a buttery croissant and gazing at the Eiffel Tower. You daydream about your plans after work this evening: a dinner party an acquaintance of yours is hosting that will have at least four courses, all divinely cooked. Maybe you’ll meet a charming new gentleman and spend the night flirting up a storm, but you won’t give him your number because he has to work for your attention and should beg the host for your contact info instead.
