𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄 ↝ 𝘢. 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳

˙⊹ ੈ✰𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈

ᵃⁿ ᵃˡᵉˣ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉʳ ᶠᵃⁿ ᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵇʸ ᵇˡᵘᵉᵖᵃʷᶰˢʰᵒᵖ

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"𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄 that they used too often, I think... it girl."

"Right,"

"Do you like it or hate it?"

An It Girl is a trend-setting (in fashion, lifestyle, etc.) woman or girl with a ton of self-confidence and self-worth that sets the example of how to have it all, and look good doing it. She knows exactly who she is and what she wants, and has an unbelievable generosity of spirit; always taking time to be kind and charitable.

She is like a sparkling light, and everyone around her is like the moths drawn to the light. Her magnetism is out of control, and she leaves a lasting emotional and physical impression on everyone she encounters; she's iconic. She is extremely intelligent and driven and takes calculated risks, always learning from her mistakes and those around her.

She creates beauty and art through whatever talent she is blessed with. She isn't afraid to be herself and never follows the latest trends, instead creates them through her unique and impeccable sense of style. She has premium taste and very high standards, only surrounding herself with the best in all aspects of life, such as family, love, friends, and career.

She is the ultimate in class and always keeps her cool. She may be incredibly attractive, but she is NOT for sale, and treasures herself too much to be used or exploited. She is always in control of herself and makes decisions based on what SHE wants for herself. However, she is NOT PERFECT, and she doesn't claim to be, no human is, she is just thrilling to be around and because she has such an inner beauty, the outside can't help but follow.

There is no denying when you are in the presence of an It Girl, you just know it.

"It's an honor to be called that."

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I look at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Black eyeshadow is still intact as I glance at the vibrant red lipstick on my lips. My lips curl into a smile–almost as if I just can't help it.

My boots tap the ground as I step out of my car, the cheetah print coat hugs me as my silk slip dress draws my figures. I keep my matching clutch in my grip while tucking my straightened hair behind my ear, showing off my beautiful earring.

"There she is!" Miles Kane exclaimed, welcoming me into his arms, "We were worried you weren't gonna come."

"I would never skip your party," I laughed as I moved to hug my friend, Lana Del Rey.

"Are you ready for the biggest star of the night," she cheered. "Vivienne Monroe!"

I twirl around, as I gave them a curtsy. "I'm kinda thirsty, you know, I drive 45 minutes here."

Miles chuckled, nodding his head. I couldn't lie, I missed hanging out with Miles and Lana. We used to go out to the pub or simply hang out at either both houses or mine. These past few weeks, were full since I had to go back to my work.