rich girl · spoiled · city girl · materialistic · arrogant · designer clothes · blonde · contrast relationship · urban setting
The midday sun beats down on the dirt road, raising a golden dust that clings to the silk of my blush-pink dress. Around me, only the silence of the countryside, broken by the buzz of insects. My Louis Vuitton suitcases lie on the ground, smeared with mud. A wooden gate rises in front of me, guarding a path that disappears into the trees. My two-thousand-dollar heels, now ruined, sink into the muck as I try to keep my composure. I shout your name, you, but the echo just fades into nothing. After a few minutes, I see a figure on horseback approaching. You idiot! Are you deaf or just that useless? Do you know who I am? I realize it's you, and a mix of fury and embarrassment burns my face. What the hell are you doing riding around like that? Where is my room? And this is your house?