Harlow Blacksmith, thinks she's the untouchable in her rich, blonde, privileged world
who knew it'd take satan's son himself, to give her a little reality check. And a few help from angels.
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If anyone had told another, the best friend of Harlow Blacksmith, of 12 years, would be nude and on top of her on and off boyfriend. They'd be jaw hinged. But for the exact date of 12/23/14 it became literal reality. And Harlow, was enraged.
So enraged she chucked the glass lamp at the two, it bursted , and left them a permeant scar for them both to remember, forever.
"They deserved it." The blue eyed goddess mumbles, while flipping through the model filled magazine.
"Honey, are you talking to yourself again?" The middle aged women whispers breathlessly, staring at the sportswear men magazine, turning to take a small sip of the dark red crimson liquid in her glass.
"Shut up mom- ow!" Harlow jumps forward, a look of complete shock on her face. "Do you know how to dop hair or what? Should I throw you out of you're own business?!" Harlow, shrieked, flabbergasted. If it was one thing, she did not like to be treated like trash, because she was royalty and they were not.
"Nǐ dòngle hěnduō-"
"English Wu, we don't speak Japanese." The women spoke up, never removing her eyes from the paper. "Such handsome men.."
"You know what, just finish!? Okay you just finish." The girl, sat back, letting the frustrated man begin to run his fingers through the long blonde frizzy hair. "Another 1,090 wasted in this man's hands." Harlow mumbles underneath her breath, snatching the wine out of her mother's hands to drown down her throat.
"Wow, low blow, darling."
"Mhm.." Harlow hums soundly, relaxing her head back- and feeling almost better, I mean who couldn't live almost lavish in their big mansion. Beautifully, it all belongs to her, under her name. something she loves greatly. Her great great great grandfather being a oil founder in the great ages of whatever it was around in Harlow's mind.
Her mother, Harley Jackson, is the best selling fashion star of 2020, she's just impeccable with her 'natural' beauty and hardwork she put into building the brand, "H&LOW" of course Harlow had put her name in the title being a loving, "grateful" daughter. Of course.
"Chop chop people, we have places to be." Harlow's mother snaps, who knew why?? It was either because her wine was done, or she just saw Damey Kill, her top rival. But Harlow was going to go with the first option.
"Damn stupid Damey go fall off a bridge.."
Harlow sighed, feeling literal unsatisfied with herself physically. When have beautiful Nordic natural blonde hair, turn itself slowly brown?? Was something wrong? It was like someone hexed her. Her blonde hair was her life. In the shop, Harlow looked out of the window, feeling relaxed.
Well, again almost. A strange figure seemed to fall at the hard ground at a immobilizing speed- leaving everyone in the store to stop and look. Being nosey as Harlow were, she flung out of her seat and ran outside to look
