•Dora Park's Residence•
'Breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines Buy myself all of my favourite things...' Dora danced to every note of the singer, humming along. Until a familiar presence restrained her flow.
"You got so carried away with your singing that you left the door wide open?!" she got loudly bawled out by her visitor, "And, carelessly too? Any stray fucking body apart from myself could have easily walked in, Dora?! All the way from the sitting room to your room, yet you didn't even notice me. What is so amusing to you anyway?"
She swirled around to acknowledge the presence of her visitor, who was none other than her best friend, Lina. Dora ignored her scolding, determined to keep up her happy mood.
"You know with Ariana Grande, I get sooooooooo addicted and totally lose my minnndd." She twirled around her best friend, playfully fondling her long red hair.