temples pulsate as she shoves her way through the crowd of dozens of people taking up space in her family’s penthouse — — only a small percentage of them happened to be individuals she really knew. it was simply another saturday night for the heiress. she would always start with a few people; those people would tell more people, and the next thing she knew, she would be surrounded by influencers, models, self-made entrepreneurs (as they liked to think of themselves), and the likes. LONELINESS slowly crept inside of her like a sickness at these monotonous events. but, alas, she goes through the motions expected of her as a rich girl living in the big city. she finally makes her way to the familiar face she had been waiting for the whole night. ❛ you’re late, ❜ she takes a sip of her drink of choice. she scans the area around them before lowing her voice to a hushed whisper, ❛ y’know i pay you to actually be here, right? ❜