Little Red Riding Hoodlum

Franc

at herself in the mirror. Her long raven hair with red tips w

ought up her fingers to play with the ti

masculine way but she knew that a tomboy lifestyle comes with a filled bank account. She'd always wanted to cut her long hair short and don a

llion dollars, she's prepared to kick start her tomboyi

ed, she still had that smile. When the stylist was done, she leaned closer to the mirror, her hand brushed her new hai

nto the street of Paris. It was nearing night and she was supposed to have gone back to her d

new that it can never happen... unless her senior was. But even with that, she'd evolved

st. She didn't have the chance to live life before and just spent her time working away while li

o herself for the upteenth time this night

e hurriedly crossed and entered. A brunette lady wearing a short white gown stood

ood eveni

h made Olivia

I can speak French but you

relieved sigh bef

ils done right? Have you

ne." Olivia said uncertainty evident in her to

ead. Starting from her homely s

gesturing to the whole shop. "However, we can do with yo

e, fol

via deeper into the nail shop and into a glass roo

te towel from a towel rack near the door and plac

of white gloves entered and bowed slightly at Ol

and pedicu

' Olivia wondered befor

sss." She hu

ip her feet into. The lady started from Olivia's fi

r would yo

ithout a thought and

ia paid and tipped the nail tech, then she carefully slipped her feet int

phone and went to

etting your dream h

with a smile before sh

t is t

Meanwhile, her goal of spending 500,000 dollars that night is still not accomplished and it's nearing 10 pm. Olivia

rubbing her filled stomach. She walked to the nearest apple store. For the firs

o the apple store which was emitting a soft light in the distance while rubbing her tu

x held tightly between her fingers like a treasure box. She took the whole box and dipped

e slowly moving towards midnight, the streets of Paris refused to be covered in dar

slowly trailing the map despite her feet feeling wobbly and the f

ttle

ttle

Her legs never stop for once, not when she's

ttle

ttle

e she realized that she'd reached the front of Versace. The luxury

utfit from Versace and now, it looked li

n and again but it didn't open. She pushed it then glanced at the blonde receptionist who was staring funny a

den capital letters which made Olivia hope t

lled open the door. The force was so great that it almost backfired. Composing herself,

ndeur of Versace, Olivia st

from a crystal chandelier. The outer part was filled with st

was softly glowing from the chandelier's light. The

receptionist, still smiling

hree leather skin trousers and a few gowns." She said at a go, not takin

s ma'am." The receptionist said with a sm

dded and kept

g her a tablet with a pen and directed her

nty of racks of luxury clothes. She selected a black leather jac

her new phone and stood before a full length mirror and took a few pictures.

s as she saw how clear the pictures were and how she lo

ow I wanted." She said

after switching it off and proceeded to select the remaining clothes and

an barely walk. Her lips were split in a satisfied smile. She exhaled deeply an

held tightly in her hand, her eyes scrolled through a list of l

s away. However, lady luck seemed to smile down at Olivia as she saw a taxi sped past her

ing bags with her. She gazed at the driver wearin

at he'd a voice that's slightly too soft for a man. He sounded like a te

Bris

le. Unbeknownst to her, the taxi had halted and the driver turned to her with

e fell limp on the seat, her Versace g