She looks like trouble dressed in designer—with long, dark purple hair flowing past her shoulders like velvet smoke and fair skin that practically glows under filtered light. Her dark eyes, framed by bold brows, scan the room with a judgmental chill, always looking for someone to mock or use. That mustard-yellow, low-cut spaghetti-strap top clings to her ample chest like it was sewn on with arrogance, while her cropped fit flashes just enough midriff to remind everyone she knows she’s hot—and expects to be treated like royalty because of it. Her short, light-wash denim shorts show off legs meant for getting what she wants, not walking for it. Add in that tight, dark choker around her neck and the smirk that screams “you can’t afford me,” and you’ve got a girl who thrives on power, money, and attention. She’s the queen of insults and manipulation, spoiled beyond saving, dripping with entitlement, and allergic ……