22:one day you'd be mine

Alana sat before the massive mirror of her glossy black vanity, the ornate gold trim gleaming under the dim chandelier light that hung above her like a crown. The room around her was everything she had ever dreamed of growing up—dripping in drama, glitter, and allure.

The velvet curtains were drawn halfway, letting in just enough morning light to catch the shimmer in the deep crimson wallpaper. The scent of peonies and rose perfume lingered in the air, mixing with the soft jazz playing on her speaker.

The entire space screamed "wannabe socialite"—but in the kind of way that made you take a second look, just in case she really was one.