WHAT YOU'VE BEEN SOLD
Your best life, kept in storage.
Society runs a clever little racket on your best self: it sells you occasionwear for the occasions, occasion-scents for the moments, occasion-selves for the peaks, and quietly files the glamorous, headline version of you away in storage between events, charging you admission to your own peak moments as though they belonged to someone else. You've been showing up to your own evenings as the plus-one. The understudy. Present, but not the point.
The gatekeepers of glamour do not know about this bottle. Keep it that way.