Red hot tears streamed down her face as she walked down the street. Eyes followed her from every corner and she didn’t blame them, she must have been giving them quite the show. She was dressed in a four thousand dollar dress and diamonds that probably cost millions adorned her neck, yet she still managed to look like a proper mess. The mascara she had carefully applied just hours before must be running in streaks down her face now, and no doubt making her look like a raccoon.
She ignored all the looks of curiosity and the occasional look of pure disgust and tried to hail a cab. The first couple of cabs blatantly ignored her like they didn’t want any part in her misfortune. They must have thought she was a product of a night fueled by drugs and alcohol and probably didn’t want her puking
