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Well, I guess I'll just go and make the most of the buffet!

As I'm about to eat my third mouthful, analysing the balance between the Salmon and the chives I decided to send Lisa a message.

I take a photo of the buffet tables and giggle as I press down on the "send" button.

Everybody is now talking in small groups of three to five people. The discussions stream in all directions.

They all seem to know each other in one way or another.

I overhear conversations about turnovers, marketing or even mergers and acquisitions. Enthralling!...

Luckily, Lisa's answer comes quick:"Wow! How luxurious!! Where's prince charming, Cinderella?"

Instantly I think of Carter and my heart skips a beat. My hands become moist and I'm suddenly very hot!!

(What's wrong with me!)

I ask a waiter for a glass of water to help take the temperature down!

I have to get the idea out of my head before I'm painfully brought back to the earth with a bang!

I type : "It's not funny, he's to
 die for ++tonight... I can't tell you how difficult it is for me to keep my self-control!"

Two young women are chatting beside me. They don't seem to have noticed me.

Woman number 1:"The New York Times says he's single!"

Woman number 2:"Really?! A hunk like him?!"

Something tells me they're talking about Carter. It's actually pretty obvious since they keep looking over at him.

Woman number 1:"Yeah! I don't know... He's probably gay!"

Woman number 2:"Ha ha ha! I'd like to try to convert him..."

Woman number 1:"To think that he's the sexiest billionaire in the world..."

Woman number 2:"Drop it, babe! He's the supermodel type!"

Woman number 1:"Shame! I'll just have to do what Victoria did! The ageing billionaire is an easier fish to catch..."

Woman number 2:"But less pleasant to look at!"

They both roar with laughter.

Woman number 2:"Still, I saw Victoria's lastest photos on Facebook on the Yacht... She sure played her cards right!"

T:"Really, you should be ashamed of yourselves?!"

It just come out like that! The two cows turn and look towards me as if they were seeing things.

T:"You come to evenings like this one just to get your hands on rich businessmen? It's pathetic!"

They walk away in silence a disgusted expression upon both their over made up faces.

So that type of women really does exist...? It isn't just a myth!

They make me feel so ashamed... We all fight for gender equality and these venal idiots make it all seem so pointless.

If I wasn't at a charity ball I'd really let rip on them!

I suddenly wonder what the hell I'm doing here... I feel alone, I feel... sad.

When I first came to New York, my head was full of stars! I though I'd find love, take a fresh start towards a better life.

I wanted to flee my hometown and the bad memories it held...

But this city is so big, there are so many people that it's difficult to find your place. And this ball is no exception!

I feel like I'm swimming against the tide... Like a lamb amid a pack of hungry wolves.