Beverly Hills Brat

Chapter 1

I've never understood why people call me a spoiled brat. Like sure, I live in a 10 bedroom mansion in the elite suburb of Beverly Hills. My closet is bigger than most people's entire apartment. I have a car for every day of the week. My favourite is Wednesday, the sexy Italian Ferrari I got for my 16th birthday.

My parents are lawyers. Scratch that, my parents are lawyers to the stars. They're the most popular entertainment lawyers in all of Hollywood. I was literally born into the lap of luxury and grew up surrounded by the rich and famous a.k.a my favourite kind of people. My friends and I practically own Rodeo Drive. We spend our days brunching at the Beverly Hills Hotel, surrounded by famous actors who are in town to shoot their latest movies. Caviar and champagne is the only breakfast we have ever known. In fact, for as long as I can remember, I've had my own private chef to prepare anything I want 24/7. His name is Giovanni and he's a better parent to me than either of mine could ever be. They're always working on some high-profile case so they ease their guilt conscious by spoiling me with luxury gifts. Once they had to travel to London for a case that lasted a whole month. When they returned, they bought me a white Lamborghini and a beach house in California so that my friends and I would have a place to party.

Alright, maybe I do understand why people call me a spoiled brat. But that doesn't make it okay. I wouldn't necessarily describe myself as a "spoiled brat" because it sounds super tacky, and if there is one thing I am not, it's tacky. My friends and I call ourselves the "Rich bitches of Beverly Hills" as a fun way of defending ourselves against the jealous haters of society. You wouldn't believe the amount of hate I receive on a daily basis. Right now, I am the 6th most popular Instagram lifestyle blog in Los Angeles. The other four spots are filled by the Kardashian/Jenner sisters.

Although I mainly use Instagram to keep up with popular trends and showcase my luxurious travels and shopping hauls, I genuinely do have a passion for photography. My late grandmother gifted me my first camera at the age of 10. It was a cute, vintage polaroid camera that I would carry with me wherever I went. Ever since then, I was hooked and now of course, I have my very own photography studio, equipped with the latest digital cameras, photoshop technology and professional LA-based fashion photographers.

The morning sun began to sparkle as it hit my diamond encrusted tennis bracelet. A quick glance at the clock let me know that I was already late to Saturday brunch with the girls. I grabbed my purse before hopping into my Porsche a.k.a the Saturday car. Driving through Rodeo drive, I could already feel the bubbles of French Champagne sliding down my throat.

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