Pearls cling to her neck. She straightens them with a fresh manicure. Her scarlet lips frame an impeccable smile. With a wink, she struts into the room.
“Phoebe, you look magnificent.”
She smiles, eyes averted to the floor. It doesn’t matter who spoke. She was expecting it.
Every party, she turns the heads. She reigns over all.
Spinning on stilettos, she gently holds out a hand and magically a champagne glass appears. Help is always a step ahead.
Life is easy. She doesn’t understand how others complain.