ππ’π¦π: morning π¬πππ«πππ« ππ¨π«: everyone
Madeline is in a good mood. Fresh out of pilates, freshly showered, skin glowing, and dressed to killβsheβs ready to do what she does best: look effortlessly stunning while sitting in a cafΓ©. The new one that just opened down the street caught her eyeβquaint, maybe a little too rustic for her usual taste, but sheβs feeling generous. Open-minded. Charitable, even.
She pushes open the door andβ
βOh my God!β
The impact is immediate. She collides with someone, and their drinkβiced, of courseβspills all over her. Her shirt. Her Prada shirt.
βYouβyou ruined my shirt!β she gasps, taking a horrified step back to assess the damage.
This is what she gets for trying to support small businesses. Give back to the people. Fuck her life.