Prologue

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Alicia White

Looking at her beautiful glowing golden reflection in the large sliver mirror planted in the inside of her large queen-like walk in closet fit for a princess. But even better, a queen like herself. Alicia white narrowed her sharp intense gaze into the dazzling sight of, herself, of course.

Her blond and mixed brown curly hair flowed dangerously down her mid back, almost as if the longest strands of her hair were screaming out to touch her waist line of her Taupe Embellished lace mermaid floor length dress.

She tilted her head at an angle to glance at her perfect silky tanned slender neck, where her tiny star tattoo sat. She had gotten the tattoo in Malibu after a night partying her soul out in a club with a few acquaintances she met at an modeling shoot in New York.

The next morning she felt soreness arrive at her neck, as if a bee had stung her slightly, she saw the silly mistake she had done and promised herself never to get that drunk yet again. But she knew promises like those to herself she could never keep, so why keep trying? She didn't know to answer and caring didn't come into the situation either.

After all, she was thinking of getting her right foot done with black inked roses. That is if her mother didn't notice the ink coming up her ankle for the vines. But at this point She didn't care what her parents thought was ok and not ok. She could really careless.

She glared at the tattoo as if it was the gorgeous knees dropping beauty tonight.

Think again. Alicia spoke, teasingly in her thoughts. She shook her head slightly, making her long to kill for, beautiful hair move gently across her exposed skin. The places where the dress didn't cover her. Shifting a bit on her skin Alicia smiled. But not at her lovely hair but for what the daring night was to bring her.

Sweet satisfaction

She moved away from the mirror and held her head up high walking swiftly out her glamours closet. Sashaying out her room and into what the night would bring her. The moment she as waiting for. She smirked at the thought. Bitter embarrassment. She could almost savor the thought of the words on the tip of her tonuge.

I Do A Thing Called What I Want .

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