Oh god here she comes again, I listen with little interest as she laments on her quite lofty yet unscrumptious situation in life, see the thing is she is pampered through and through , with little interest she remarks on the latest exquisite painting she had acquired from la museum du paris , for a meagre amount of $36000
“you know i must quite admit it took me some time to recuperate from the horrific incident two nights ago” she laments once again
“go on marie” i urge her to continue,
” my most recent maid and masseuse all the way from indonesia-sita broke my cartier decorated mirror” she takes a sip of her very healthy looking lime water in a lady like manner
you see Marie Gilles – Harris, daughter of a french multi millionaire and wife to a hollywood celebrity she met in Ibiza is currently seated across me as it happens every few weeks.
“Although my husband has already requested for a new one , i couldn’t help but think que fais tu sita ?, et elle dit desolee mademoiselle harris” she wipes a mock tear, if her waterproof eyeshadow and beautiful blue eyes would have none of it
” can you imagine this uneducated brat had the gut to say she was sorry” marie ranted
I took a sip of water from my own glass and wondered off thinking if only you knew “ma cherie mari tu est le brat ici”, this leads her on to rambling, i suppose while i drank the bland lemon water.
Marie is friends with me because we are from the same school and were so different in school back then , both being together had let me to meeting marie, coincidentally
“sophia imagine the gall of that asian girl in Jakarta who thought that i was bland and white” she continued
Apalled at her racist nature , i had to admit juanita was south american from Brazil not Indonesia.
“but marie , juanita was a nice girl to you and she was Brazillian” i pointed the facts
“whatever, ‘je te dit’ ( i tell you ) she was a spoilt girl who thought she was hardworking” marie elaborated
Actually juanita went to a $30,000 private school on a scholarship maybe that was her mistake.
why do i still put up with marie some ask ?
because simply put ‘she puts up with me not the other way around’
I have very little interest in most things as you may have noted, an air of arrogance perhaps
” oh marie elle n’est pas importante , lets not waste another moment on her, call that silly maid of yours i need more water”
how endearing ‘i loved and encouraged myself to work a little ‘
“so lazy sophie the bottle is right in front of you, go ahead and refill that glass” marie observes
“tu dit ? ( you say ? ) i work atleast and i operate a charity for poor dark babies of lazy parents in Africa country” i retort
well ‘vraiement ( truly ) i work as a model and face of chanel I’m sophie Del souza, half french -Italian daughter of a conglomerate multi millionaire so i can sleep if i wished.
I can assure you, our evening passed by with little interest as poor servants made a lofty dinner which marie and i scrutinized and had a few pins of.
hey everyone today I’m trying a short story