Sophie Barnes
Standing in front of a typical white mansion in the outskirts of the city on a Monday morning wasn't how I wanted to spend my weekend. There are definitely better ways to spend it, part of it being actually reading the hand in my room would be way better than dealing with some wanna-be celebrity who would try to make me feel like s**t while having a smile on her face. She would also probably be a white woman with my exact features. Only a long brighter shiny blonde hair—with high probability of really expensive extensions—plus blue eyes that are really bright and big.
Big perky breast that would be in my face and long legs.
I sighed, shaking the image I had painted in my head. My finger got close to the doorbell and my heart started to beat. It got to a point I could hea
