A/N: Okay, so I write a quick chapter about one of the girls for a certain point in their lives (chronologically, of course) BUT I won't tell you who it is! Guess in a review and I'll put up the answer in the next chapter. Kay? Kay.
Her parents were sure that they were in for it when, on her first shopping trip at the Westchester Mall, she refused to go in to GAP or any of the other baby stores. She would only look at the Juicy baby clothes.
When her first word wasn't "NO!" or "Mommy," they were confused. Why was their 3-year-old child marching around the kitchen chanting "RL! RL! RL!" as she waved around her navy blue Juicy Baby Couture velour jacket? Why did she still scream with terror when her mother pushed her stroller into the GAP store? They'd never seen such a young child refuse to try on GAP baby clothes so…angrily before.
Her second word came only a few months after her second. "Couture!" the baby would cry, pointing at the glossy window displays of designers such as Luis Vuitton, or Yves St. Laurent, or (most commonly) Ralph Lauren. She would gasp with pleasure at the brightly colored handbag displays.
"A natural-born shopper, eh?" her father would say proudly, running his hands through his jet-black hair. "Oh, she's already set to bankrupt her father before she's even ten years old."
The baby, like her parents, had glossy, wavy black hair and wide brown eyes that flashed with mischief. Her rosebud mouth was usually turned up into a cute little smile as she hugged the Victoria's Secret PINK dog plushie her parents had bought her. She was beautiful, and slightly chubby, yes, but all babies are. What set her apart was her diva-like attitude that came at the young age of three, but would only grow stronger with her age.