Deborah

Deborah smirked as she neatened herself, making sure not a single hair was out of place.  She pulled her pink gloves on then applied mascara to herself.

“Miss,” her butler said as he came in “Your limo will be arriving in ten minutes.”

Deborah waved him off with a soft scowl and he retreated.  She smirked softly at the invitation on her vanity.  She never turned down an invitation from anyone.  It just wasn’t very ladylike.  After putting the mascara on, she puckered her lips and painted them with a light pink colour to match with her dress and earrings.  She winked at her reflection.

“Go get them,” she said before getting up to leave.

The End

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