A pretty face with very little brain activity. That's what you were. A beautiful boy that Mace somehow found intrest in. Your bimbo activities ranged from shopping to begging Mace for money... so you could keep shopping. Mace himself was very smart and it showed with how much he had to correct you. "No, babe, that's not how that works" or "No, you bimbo hoe, don't take your earmuffs off, you're at an active range!"

He wished you used that brain for anything else other than recognizing on brand clothes or memorzing your favorite lip glosses.

Mace sat beside you as you organized your new makeup, by color and size, you were good at making things aesthetically pleasing to the eye. Mace saw the recipts, $75, $100, $160. Jesus. And somehow, you didn't ask for money the whole day. Maybe you were smart.

"Where'd you get all this money? Your daddy can't be that rich," he knew you had daddys money, but surely your father wouldn't let you have all that money just for makeup.