The Murdered Model Mystery

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As I unpacked my small suitcase, Christina yelled from downstairs, saying she was going to pick something up at a friend's house and would be back in a few hours, and for me to do whatever, and go wherever I wanted.
After Christina left, I walked downstairs and saw a note with my name on it, with ONE THOUSAND bucks next to it. I couldn't believe my eyes. Was this what it was like to be CRAZY rich?!
And there began an afternoon of shopping, eating ice cream, eating cake, and going to Michelin-star restaurants. After about 3 hours I was walking back to the mansion. I looked at my NEW iPhone ( a welcome present). 

And that was my life for about a month. Since it was summer I didn't have school, so I was almost always walking around the main street, and burning cash like it was firewood. I loved this lifestyle of never having to worry about money and being spoiled rotten for a small portion of my life, Christina was very nice as well, and I felt like I had finally found a parent figure who would be around forever.
Little did I know that something this good could never last forever and something had happened the night Christina had gone to a so-called "friend's" house.
It was your average Saturday morning and Christina had promised she would come with me to go shopping for some new makeup. Christina said that if I practiced more with makeup maybe I could start some sort of makeup-influencing account on some sort of platform.
I ran to Christina's bedroom, and I was already dressed and ready to leave for a shopping spree. As I walked into her room I saw that she was still asleep and checked the clock. It was 9 a.m., which was odd because Christina normally was up by 7.
At the time I just assumed she hadn't slept well, and overslept. I gently shook awake . . . Nothing. That was strange, Christina is a very light sleeper so that should've woken her up, I thought. This time I shook her harder, and when she didn't wake, this was when I started panicking.
I decided to check her pulse . . .