She wakes up a gorgeous blonde with mercury red highlights, red blossom lips, rosy cheeks, with a beauty spot on her left cheek, big ocean blue eyes that are simply bewitching at sight. To add to that, her skin was baby-soft and as clear as day. She looked at the mirror and thought of how mother nature had outdone herself.
Her lack of blemish on her skin complimented her hourglass figure that would knock them dead. The lass was the epitome of beauty and she loved it. Lisa was bestowed upon the Monroe effect.
She was in a sexy black body con dress that accentuated the right curves in her body. The beauty was drop-dead gorgeous. Ms. Lisa although had an extra finger on her left hand but who cared, Lisa was beyond attractive.
Lisa took her Louis Vuitton bag and placed it on her forearm, carries the keys to her Bentley, put on her black sleek heels, and strut out of her forty thousand dollar apartment with the mindset of a winner and damn did this character have it all.
The glass doors open and heads turn, activities stop, and there comes the entry of beauty.
Lisa walks into her billion-dollar empire that stands in 600-acre land standing at the center of the busy streets of New York City. The ten-story building is a show of hard work and success that only Lisa can talk about.
“Hola, Como Estas?” she says as she continues to strut away.
As she walks away, her assistant quickly joins her informing her of a busy schedule. The employees stare in envy and delight. “How can a girl have it all?” they ask in their entangled minds. They can not help but stare in awe. She walks into the elevator with her assistant adjacent to her. Her mind is completely fazed thinking about her fiance, Valerio, and how amazing he is. She completely disregards her assistant’s continuous clutter of words.
Once the elevator reaches the floor where only her office is located, Lisa walks out of the elevator and walks into her lavish office closing the door right in front of her assistant. She sits down on her leather chair, drops her head on the table, and cries her heart out.
“Why does it have to be so hard?” she cries out the rhetorical question.