Lilah Morgan had been raised quite wealthy. She never had a lack of anything, and when she wanted something new all she had to do was ask. Although there was one thing she missed in her almost- perfect life.
A father.
He'd left when she was just a baby, and Lilah was raised by her mother. That went well, although when Lilah was 16, her mother got Alzheimer and the roles were turned around, because now she had to take care of her mother instead of the other way around. Medication was expensive, so no more Chanel or Versace for Lilah. Until of course she went to law school. After that she started to make money.
Lots of money.
Enough money, to put her mother in the best hospital there was. Enough money to buy Versace shoes for an entire orphanage.
But not enough money to get the love she wanted
Needed.
Lilah had been hurt. Her father's depart had made her independant, that's for sure. She would never need men. Never. But did that mean she didn't need love?
She stopped caring. At some point, she just stopped caring. Maybe that's what all the lonely people do.
Like Wesley.
And like her father?
At Wolfram & Hart, she had the most expensive Chanel nail polish there was, the best Versace clothes, but she also had blood stains. Everytime someone or something got killed it felt like a test.
Could she handle it? Would she give up and show her weakness?
Never.
Lonely years maybe did really turn her into an icecold bitch. But maybe, sometime, there would be someone who touched that spot somewhere hidden deep in her heart. That spot, that would make her melt.
But until then…
Red nail polish and blood stains?
It's all the same to her.
All the same.
