UGLY? No More!
The black Bentley slid through the city streets like a predator, silent and commanding. Inside, Diana lounged against the leather seat with one hand wrapped casually around a flute of champagne.
Across from her sat the boy, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, his wide eyes flicking from the tinted window to her polished nails.
She studied him with a critical eye. His cheap sneakers, his threadbare clothes, the smell of an airport still clinging to him, all of it screamed of the life he had come from. A life she couldn’t let bleed into the one she was creating.
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