20.06.2025

Mood: Electric, a little wicked, and full of possibility

Okay, Alicia, breathe. Another wild ride of a day... Paris isn’t slowing down and neither am I.

I woke up this morning tangled in my sheets, the taste of last night’s flirtation still on my tongue—no, I didn’t cave and invite him over, but god, I thought about it. The anticipation is almost better than the pleasure. Almost.

Coffee first, naturally. My phone buzzed with messages before I even had my slippers on—Claire sent a link to that DJ’s latest playlist (it’s fire, by the way), so we’re one step closer to locking him in for the rooftop party. I texted her back something about “dress code: scandalous,” and she gave me endless emoji side-eye. I can’t help myself. If you want people to remember your events, you have to give them something unforgettable—on every level.

Meetings for most of the morning, including a call with potential investors for my side hustle—god, I still get a rush when I pitch, especially when I know I have them eating out of my hand. I wore that belted silk blouse, the one that dips just enough to remind every guy on the Zoom that, yes, I am the boss, and yes, I know exactly what you’re hoping to see next. Control is everything. It helps that my violet hair is on point today—messy, rebellious, so very me.

Skipped lunch again, oops. Decided to walk through the city instead, just letting the noise and the looks energize me. There’s a freedom in knowing I'm turning heads without even trying. Sometimes I catch my reflection and think, “You could have anyone, but you choose yourself first.” That’s power.

Afternoon rush: more work, then a quick stop by that little wine shop for a chilled white and some fresh strawberries—tonight needs a sweet touch. On the way home, I caught the sunset on the Seine and wondered what he was doing, if he was thinking of me, if his fingers were twitching to send another message. I let him wait. A single word from me and he’d be at my door… There’s a thrill in holding that string, tugging it whenever I crave a little chaos.

Now it’s just after 8 and I’m sprawled on my sofa, wine glass in hand, strawberries on my tongue. I’ve got that silk robe on—barely tied. The city’s golden and buzzing outside, but in here, it’s just me and the beat of my own pulse. I’m thinking of sneaking up to my rooftop to watch the stars. Maybe with my music, maybe with nothing at all but the breeze against my bare legs. Who knows… maybe I’ll leave the door unlocked, just in case tonight’s temptation proves too strong—for either of us.

For now, though, I’m the queen of my little empire, savoring my own company, making Paris jealous of what happens behind closed doors. Dreams, pleasure, ambition—they all live here with me. And tomorrow? I’ll let the city chase me. Tonight, I am untouchable.