Looks could be deceiving. That statement applied well to the nature of Elisabella Lacerenza. Better known as "bella", this fortunate young woman had so much more than her looks to offer to our world. And it would be with the help of her father's wealth, that he had inherited from his grandfather. Their family was well known around Italy for their continuous success. But Bella wanted a different root. She refused to live the life of the flush and cherished her own set of morals and values which involved getting drunk and laid. Her family would never let her throw away such an opportunity but eventually realized that they had to let her do what she pleased. She was old enough to make her own decisions. And if Bella didn't accept their morals, they could always look for the younger daughter's interests. Although they still loved her dearly and would go to no extent to ensure her safety. Leaving her hometown, Bella went to America. She was fascinated by the Americans, their behavior and their "just don't give a fuck" attitude. But she kept her dignity and poise intact for she took pride in what she did may it be good or evil. Bella had a lot of money to throw but she wouldn't spend it carelessly. Believe me, she was no Tara Reid esque blonde bimbo. She was level headed and knew what she was getting herself into. She loved challenges and arguments, she was loud, obnoxious and would refuse to shut up. Despite being a wealthy socialite who was handed everything on a silver platter with a silver spoon in her mouth, Bella was a respected woman unlike Paris Hilton. When dealing with this unfriendly female feline, one should always keep in mind that Elisabella ALWAYS wins.
9: 45 AM - T h e m i d d l e o f n o w h e r e
It was quite the morning actually. Just like every other day of her life, Bella was introduced to new things and she just loved it when things got exciting. Everything had a positive impact on Bella. Nothing or no one could possibly make her feel bad about herself.
"Tell him that if he doesn't come down here.. my daddy will drop a lawsuit on his ass and I'm going to personally rip him a shiny new clit!" she exclaims sitting on a suitcase that's placed on a sidewalk in the middle of nowhere. "I don't care what you do.. I always win just like my daddy always wins.. For your information.. My dad OWNS one of the most prestigious law firms in U.S of fucking America. We always get what we want." a smirk grows upon her face as she speaks the last line. It was like some sort of a quote her family would always use. "You know you're nothing without me. Your entire existance is in my hands, hunnie. I can make or break you.. whatever." She pushes a button on her cell phone and tosses into her gucci hang bag. Standing up, she takes a breather. She paces back and forth around her bags. Her legs were about to give way. Especially in the black stiletto heels that she put on that day. Bella was known for being fashionable. Infact, she was one of the best dressed women in the world. Kate Moss or Gwen Stefani didn't have shit on her.
The door of a white limo is pushed open as soon as it stops in front of her. Bella has a big smirk on her face. She straps her hang bag across her shoulder and drags her suitcase with the free hand.
"You made the right choice, Timmy." you can hear her say as she gets into the 12 seater vehicle.
11: 57 AM - T h e c o m p o u n d
"Seriously.. who do you think is the cutest boy in here?" she asks while flipping pages of the latest edition of cosmopolitian.
"Lee Adama of course." Timmy shrugs. "He's like.. god here."
"O RLY?" nooooo "I heard he was the golden boy." she jokes.
"Well.. he is. Why'd you ask?"
"I'd love to fuck his brains out.. but I suppose being the "man" around here means he's already tied down to some blonde bitch with a loose vagina. You know what they say about these men? Behind every great man is a gold diggin, plastic vagina, fake titted slut, right?"
"I guess so.." he shrugs once again.
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