scene one
It is a warm sunny day in West Palm Beach, Flordia where we see the moving truck with two muscle bound guys carrying what looks like a heavy couch into one of the many estates in this beautiful town. It was not too far from the Ocean, in fact, a part of it was a part of its property. The estate was massive two stories high, with all brick walls. Soon enough, the person whose estate it is comes out of her brand new Rolls Royce, it is none other than Veronica Taylor who was dressed in a purple dress, gold high heels, and a gold Gucci bag slung over her shoulder, her black sunglasses blocking the sun out of her eyes. The model soon looked at the place with a smile, very please it was now hers, she never knew how her grandmother had this property, she always marveled at the place at a young age and now it was all hers. It was worth leaving California for this.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh, at least, I am not around all of those uggos right now some peace and damn quite.
Veronica said in a huff, and bitchy tone. She watched as the men took a big picture of her from a photo shoot. She looked at it and the way the were holding it with disgust, as she snapped her fingers she said in a sharp loud tone.
Veronica Taylor: Better is not touching that with your nasty sweaty hands like put some gloves on. That picture is worth more than either one of you. Also don't drop it place it down gently.
They mumble to each other not really saying as the Mean Girl follows behind them. Making sure her stuff is cared for properly. After all, she was paying them good money to move her stuff, all of it and taking care of her. As they put it up on the wall Veronica says loudly in a demanding tone.
Veronica Taylor: No, not there put that on the other side and make sure its leveled. Like my photo should be centered duh!
Veronica brushes past them as they set up her photo, before going to grab more stuff out of the huge moving fan. As she went to grab a bottle of champagne and pours herself a glass, as she looks out toward the movers with an amused look as they carry yet another picture of her, however, that amused look soon turns into a scowl.
Veronica Taylor: That picture is not going there that picture goes on the second floor, in my study. Like take care with it.
Veronica Taylor soon smiles as she takes a sip of her champagne as she says.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh, finally ready to be home.
She rolls her eyes as she moves towards where the movers are working as the scene then fades to black.
occ: Sorry long week changing a shift, busy week ten hour days.
