A young woman with green long locks, rich chocolate skin and a signature lifeless frown edged on her face. She couldn't remember the last time she had been 'happy'.
As a child of a wealthy family, you must act like this, talk like that. This whole, "I'm better than you" thing brought her no happiness what so ever. In fact, most people hate her.
She had no friends and barely called her family, 'family'.
As for her bodyguard, she envied her. She had the looks, body and most importantly freedom. When she's not protecting the rich snob from who knows what, she's spending time with her sister.
She looked at her reflection as she applied her clear lip gloss.
Her eyes trailed across the room to her beloved closet. She took graceful strides towards it, placing her hand on the knob then she twisted it and pulled it back. Effectively opening the door to reveal her clothes, shoes, towels, cloths, basically anything she needed fashion wise.
She walked in absorbing herself with all colors that adorned in this room unlike her black and white life, there was no grey.
She settled with a black dress with white high socks and a pair of black wedges. In addition, she grabbed a tan short trench coat to give her the dramatic feel of color blocking. Kidding, sometimes it gets cold. It's best to be prepared than unprepared in these times.
She grabbed her heaven bag then walked out the door with no hoodie man or police car in sight. Tapping her shoe gently on the pavement, she started walking to her father's, the Mayor of Sadida. She had responsibilities to take upon and must perfect to show the true power yet worth of a sickening wealth. It changes people and it most certainly changed her father unless it was her mother.