Chapter 8

MARIANELLA

My sister is finding this whole idea wonderful, she said that I won the lottery, that I went for copper and found a diamond instead.

I knew she wouldn't be against the idea, when I asked her if it would put me in the role of a profiteer she freaked out and said.

"Who cares? He's a millionaire it won't be missed by him, don't be an idiot to lose it."

I try not to put my morals on the field because if I do, I'll end up coming home and marathoning some depressing romance series while feeling like a terrible person.

Instead, I'm positioned right in the lobby of my building, endlessly researching inspirations for high society clothing, most of which I don't really like, I'm also not much for prints, I rarely wear them, which limits my path a lot.

I have always been a woman of neutral tones, those that go with everything or that are basic enough to be worn alone, like black, beige and red.

My current wardrobe is even a bit dull, but before all this I didn't see a need to invest i