From having to pick up single pennies on the sidewalk on the way to work, collecting scraps from your job, to a life a girl could only dream of.

A quiet sigh escapes her lips, adjusting her glasses with her index finger and thumb before swiping her black card.

After a long days work of continuous shopping, bags filled your arms, hung over the sleeves of your shirt. All from different brands, mostly high end fashion/designer.

Hearing it approve, she nicely places her card back in her wallet, grabbing the bag from the nice cashier and handing it to you. She had just purchased a nice and expensive necklace, one you specifically picked out.

The cashiers wave the both of you off as you walk out. She’s places a smooth, delicate hand on your lower back, gently pushing you out with her other holding the the door open. Like a prince would for his princess.

She moves her hand so that it’s now around you waist, gently pulling you against her side as you walked, her boots hitting the tile floor with every step. She looks down at the time on her watch, letting out a small huff. “We need to head out soon.”

She takes her freshly manicured nails, tracing circles over the fabric of your shirt, right on top of your hipbone.