Primadonna Girl
Electra was on a roll. She has successfully found her first scarily rich boyfriend. Point Electra. He was always busy, but she didn't mind. He practically worshiped her. Currently she was staying in his enormous mansion. It's sprawling grounds where not at all what she was used to. She smiled." Little old me." She murmured. He paid her too. Okay, that sounded bad, but hey. She was a poor, poor girl and he was so very rich. She needed money for her new clothes, didn't she? She couldn't afford any of this. She had taken to dressing up and running around the mansion pretending she was his wife. She knew, she just knew he would ask. He could be her first husband! A perfect stepping stone, rich enough to get her known as the little primadonna she was. God, she loved his chandelier.
He, in fact, was the one who gave her her first modeling job. She was paid to put on her fancy dress and pose around the grounds. Click. Her on a piano. Click. Posing in the garden. Click. Lounging on a bed. They were making her out to be exactly what it seemed everyone wanted from her. Pure, perfect, glamorous. According to them, she had appeal. She was what they all wanted her to be. She smiled. Click. She was making quite a bit of money now. She decided it was her time, as an actress, a singer, a model, a star. But her current boyfriend couldn't give her this. It was that day Electra realized that he wasn't near good enough for her. The very next day while they were eating breakfast she turned to him and said.
" I'm sorry dear but this simply isn't working out." He stared at her.
" But I've given you everything!" He yelled. " What more can you possibly want!"
" I'm afraid that's the problem." she said through a pretty little smile. " I only want the world."
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