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She walked with grace, the kind of grace an heir ought to possess. One heel clicked after another — heel toe, heel toe — the entire manner in which she walks has been learned ever since she could walk. It’d taken a good amount of determination and focus to get to where she was today and she would be damned if the world didn’t know it.
Lips as red as roses and hair as blond as the purest yellow, she walks down the busy New York streets, determined for her set location. Eyes blueish green in color examined every passerby as she carefully weaved in and out of them, trying not to focus on the voices in her head. They’re distorted, echoes of their original focal point, as she refrains from giving them any mind, or at least attempts to.
She can feel a headache coming on and sighs deeply, dodging a younger man in a suit. She’s already tired of this day but she keeps the facade going; the daily masquerade as something she’s not. She’s not a prissy heir who wants to spend the rest of her life dancing around a ballroom so shiny that she could do her makeup using the reflection. No, she knows exactly what she is and it’s definitely not that…
—————————————She’s a telepath.