My One Million Dollar Girl
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I hate my life --- a thought that lingers through her mind each day from the moment she combs her hair...wear her Coco Chanel dress...put on her Louboutin heels....grab her ever favorite Versace bag...and spray on her Dior Scent. From the sound of those branded possessions, we can say that she's perfectly rich. She already has everything, the world has to offer as what people around her busy world would say... But is luxury enough to say that she's happy? Does she already have everything? She has been working hard to keep the company stand out and shine most. But how would love change the teen's perspective in life? Watch out as this seventeen year old girl, Macy Jennifer Willows, editor in chief of one of the biggest fashion industry journeys the pathway of her life. How did she become the one million dollar girl?
Is she really the One Million Dollar Girl?
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