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"What on earth am I doing in a place like this?" Angela asked herself in a Transatlantic accent. She wasn't wrong to ask that question. She had no reason to be standing alone in a cold basement. From the beehive hairdo that was climbing ever higher to her luxury sequin dress which tastefully exposed her shoulders, she knew she had class. And in all the ways that mattered: wealth and status. She took a sip from her champagne flute and continued to hold her gold-accented cigarette holder aloft. She caught a glimpse of her rounded reflection in the glass and smiled to herself. Angela took great pride in her looks. A lot of women her age had work done, but Angela figured she just had good genes. That and knowing her way around a makeup brush.

"Well there's no sense in dawdling about here," she said, gathering up her shawl. Angela knew she had no grand soirées to attend, she had even grander ones to throw! No stuffy Pale Manor dinners or DJ'ed Brimton bashes. That was kid stuff, and Angela needed no part of it. She sauntered up the stairs of the archives to draw up plans to give Underborough a true taste of high society!

THE END ...or is it?

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"What on earth am I doing in a place like this?" Angela asked herself in a Transatlantic accent. She wasn't wrong to ask that question. She had no reason to be standing alone in a cold basement. From the beehive hairdo that was climbing ever higher to her luxury sequin dress which tastefully exposed her shoulders, she knew she had class. And in all the ways that mattered: wealth and status. She took a sip from her champagne flute and continued to hold her gold-accented cigarette holder aloft. She caught a glimpse of her rounded reflection in the glass and smiled to herself. Angela took great pride in her looks. A lot of women her age had work done, but Angela figured she just had good genes. That and knowing her way around a makeup brush.

"Well there's no sense in dawdling about here," she said, gathering up her shawl. Angela knew she had no grand soirées to attend, she had even grander ones to throw! No stuffy Pale Manor dinners or DJ'ed Brimton bashes. That was kid stuff, and Angela needed no part of it. She sauntered up the stairs of the archives to draw up plans to give Underborough a true taste of high society!

THE END ...or is it?

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Back to START: www.deviantart.com/mr-dna/art/…

*Your votes in the comments are nice and all, but this is a commission-based chain. See START or the Journal for details.