(Price Sisters Spin-off)
Caramia Reyna Price AKA "The Devil Who wears red lipstick"
A rising fashion designer who follows her aunt's footsteps and is the most unhinged person.
With violent tendencies that she suppressed with sarcastic comebacks, it...
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"What do you want Winslow?" I snapped at her through the call while Rosy dried my hair while we both walked in through the door
I could hear papers being stacked, shuffled, or even moved on a desk I assumed "Ms. Caramia remember that I told you about repaying for your kindness?"
"I never said that I was kind"
She chuckled on the phone "Yes, I know ma'am but right now I just sent you a file" I don't remember forgetting a single file unturned back in the office
I heard my phone buzz and I saw the notification file that she has sent to me
"I'll check it later" I responded
"Also, do you have time tomorrow Ms. Caramia?"
I went into my room and set down my phone on my bed to put it on speaker mode "I have a lot of time" I faked a happy voice
She squealed "Really!?"
"No you damn idiot, why do you think I always stayed at the office past 9?" I added Being rich is no easy feat, I was expecting to be laid back and let the money flow but that's not the case. I could understand now why rich people get gray hair more easily
Winslow laughed it off and decided to ignore my remark "So tomorrow we're going to see your potential candidates" Candidates?
I listened to Winslow as I locked my doors and window then proceeded to remove my clothes and threw them down the hamper shoot that goes straight to the laundry room down at the basement
The vanilla scent in the room was already lit and I love the smell, I stepped in the shower and took a hot bath
When I was about to squeeze some shampoo on my palm from the shampoo bottle Winslow then said "We're going to the hospital tomorrow to find you a psychologist"
"WHAT!?" I yelled loudly, I was so surprised that I squeezed the shampoo bottle so hard that some of them fell off my hand and went down the drain There goes my 50$ shampoo
I hurriedly finish showering and wrapped the towel around my body to reach my phone on the bed "I hope you are not sending me to a mental asylum because if you did, you would never get to have your head ever again and your husband to be won't know how to kiss you"
"Now listen Ms. Caramia, a psychologist could help you find love once you could manage to control your demonic temper" she assured me
My family worried that I might be behind bars in the next 4 or 5 years but I'm behind my mansion walls right now
Two of my fingers pinched the bridge of my nose "So let me get this straight, these candidates are doctors?"
