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Alice Van De Mark was a very successful person, she had her own company running. She was the CEO of the event planning company called "SilverCloud". Knowing that, noone would be surprised to know, that she lived in a big, fancy duplex on Lowndes Square, Belgravia.
With all that luxury, Alice was not known for her nice being, whilst she called it professional, others saw reserved, cold, standoffish lady with a stare of doom. Nobody would blame it on the age , because she was not old, not at all. Alice was in her mid twenties, quite young and as I said, very prosperous.
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Alice opened the doors to her closet and stood there for a couple of seconds overlooking it. She then proceeded to enter and run her hands through the clothes hanging on light pink silk hangers with bows. Alice untied her bathroom robe and safely tossed it on a small sofa with no back. She was getting ready for another day in the busy office, but frankly, she was just a strict supervisor with a starbucks cup in her hand.
Alice decided to go with a not so short dress. it had a white long-sleeved dress shirt on top (sheer everything but the neckline and chest area till the skirt), thin black belt and navy blue lacey skirt with two huge flat pockets. It is flawless, she thought to herself, smirked and started putting it on.
Make-up was, of coarse, light and natural, nude lips, mascara and just a hint of blush. Alice was one of those lucky girls, who were naturally beautiful and didn't need make-up at all. Her dark emerald eyes were now searching for the right accessories and they found it: two stud-earrings with pearls on tip of it. God, she was rich, she knew it and she loved it.
When she was ready, she looked at the clock hanging beside the doors and took her phone.
"Waiting at the entrance."
Her driver was ready to go and so was she.
Alice walked out her luxurios apartment and clicked to the stairs with her pitch black Louboutins. She was being very loud. Finally, she got down and was outside looking for her driver's car. There he was. Navy Blue Bentley parked at the usual place. Steve was standing there, waiting for Alice. She was walking towards the car with confidence, wind catching he hair. Even at this moment, she felt like she was in charge and it felt amazing.
"Good morning, Miss Van De Mark!"- Steve said and opened the door for her.
"Mmhh..."- She mumbled through her nose and took her seat in the car. Immediately, she took she phone out of her designer bags and started frantically clicking on the buttons.
"On my way.Grab coffee for me. Thank you."- She texted her assisstant.
Alice looked through the window, looking at people. They were hurrying, mostly all of them under-dressed for their jobs. She knew, as they were her neighbours. Alice didn't understand how they managed to do that. They were supposed to dress well, they were wealthy and lived in Belgravia. Even the place obliged them to dress appropriately.