![]() ![]() Less than 24 hours later, she’d made it to an old friend’s place in Greenwich Village* and was diving back into the city’s club scene at Public, the Electric Room, and Sapphire, though it was an adjustment: “In jail, where there’s crowds, there’s fights.” The friend allowed her to crash in his triplex apartment, but her parents had already cut her off, and many of her old friends distanced themselves from her, leaving her to depend on people she met at Rikers. Miller got out of Rikers a few months before Blas, released on a warm summer day in 2019 with $30 in cash and a single-ride MetroCard. Miller behind the wheel in Miami and FaceTime with Anna Delvey in 2021. “And in the end I think it was because she wanted to use me for whatever crimes we were accused of.” “I was interested to know why this mean girl wanted to be friends with me,” Miller says now. By the time their friendship fell apart, stolen credit cards would be the least of their troubles. Miller and Blas didn’t interact much, but their meeting set off a chain of events that would draw them both deeper into the criminal world than either had gone before. “She was so confident in her fake façade, but it was really interesting because she was trying so hard to have all the things that I’ve always had,” says Miller, who respected Blas’s zero-fucks-given attitude, which stood out even at Rikers. Miller, who grew up just a few blocks away from Bergdorf, was in some ways the type of woman Blas had been pretending to be for years. The account looked just like any other influencer’s page - except that the designer goods Blas flaunted had been purchased illegally. On her Instagram account, she allegedly took requests for luxury items to lift and resell. Blas had been arrested at Bergdorf Goodman in 2015 and was accused of running a ring that skimmed people’s credit cards to fuel a $22,000 shopping binge. Miller was eventually placed in a different area, where she met another scammer, Ciera Blas, who was locked up for violating parole after she was convicted of identity theft. ![]() (Delvey did not respond to requests for comment.) The COs really didn’t fuck with Anna, because she was so annoying to them.” Delvey had figured out how to survive Rikers, and she started giving Miller lessons, advising her on the safest place to make her bed (along the back wall, never exposed in the middle of the room) and teaching her how to trade potato chips for the chance to cut in line for the phones. “They’d be like, ‘Untie your pants.’ And she’d be like, ‘You untie my pants.’ Because you could roll up your pants and make them fashionable. Delvey was also a frequent target of the boom squad, Miller says, which demanded she change out of her pajamas and into her uniform. “Come here, I have a dummy bed next to me. It was Anna Delvey, the notorious Soho grifter. ![]() Then Miller heard someone asking her “in this crazy accent” who had braided her hair. They dragged Krystal away in handcuffs, and Miller found herself alone again. “The second I get into the dorm, these girls are like, ‘Ooh, sexy girl.’ They tried to touch me and shit, and Krystal was like, ‘Get the fuck away from her.’ ” As the tensions mounted, Krystal threw off her shower shoes - “It means you’re going to fight”- and the commotion drew the attention of the “boom squad,” a team of correction officers who break up fights. Krystal and Miller were paired together and placed in Three East B. While they waited for their dorm assignments, one of the women braided her hair into cornrows, because she felt like she needed to look “gangsta” to fit in, plus “your hair gets really fucked up in jail and they have terrible soap.” There was a small firecracker of a girl named Julie who was quick to start fights and a gorgeous woman with hair down to her butt named Krystal who took to Miller right away. She picked up a few there who showed her the ropes. The daughter of wealthy Manhattan parents and a graduate of the prestigious Horace Mann School, she was ill prepared for a place like Rikers, but she did have one advantage: She knew how to make friends. She fell asleep under a pile of coats and woke up surrounded by a dozen other detainees in the same filthy holding cell, waiting for what would happen next. in the dead of winter, shivering in a flimsy Missoni cover-up, Hervé Léger bathing suit, and Valentino Rockstud heels, carrying a Prada purse - the outfit she’d been wearing when she was arrested on a warrant related to a credit-card scam. Danielle Miller walked into Rikers Island at 3 a.m. ![]()
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