22 Years Later
Phoenix pulls her coal black hair into a tight bun, then applies some blush to her Slavic Cheekbones. She puts a clear gloss onto her bee-stung lips. Giving herself a once over last look in the mirror, she concludes that she’s ready for work. She opens her bedroom door, and shakes her head as she hears Stevie Nicks being blared through one of the speakers in the mansion. The Mansion was just that…. A Mansion… Meaning that in such a big place her Mother still manages to play Stevie Nicks, so that everyone would be able to hear it. She walks down the spiral stair case, putting her phone in her back pocket of her skinny jeans, after checking the time. She will be able to make a coffee and then off to work.
“Rock on, gold dust woman…Take your silver spoon and dig your grave,
