I Feel Like Cinderella at the Ball, I Told John

When I saw the street sign, Avenue of the Americas, I felt a twinge but kept it to myself. How many times had I written that address on my manuscript submissions and seen the same return address on the rejection letters from various big publishing houses? We stepped from the car and followed Jonathan along the prestigious entrance corridor to the Simon & Schuster complex. There was a festive dinner at the hotel that evening with Mike, Jonathan, Mary, and me. The rest of the afternoon is somewhat of a blur.