Kay pursed her lips, "I guess. Kayla Smith, the pampered young woman who is lost. Will that do?"
Lance laughed, "The young, rich pampered young woman who is lost. Do you know how many people will kill you for that sentence?"
"Pah," Kay said, putting up a fist, "Let them try."
"You know," Lance said, tilting his head as he looked at her, "You don't really have that typical rich girl problems, huh?"
Kay frowned, "Just what rubbish are you talking about now? Have you been reading trashy romance novels again?! Lance! Those things will rot your brain!"
"Hey!" Lance argued, putting up his hands in surrender, "I am stressed out working all day, thinking of this and that - reading trashy novels calms my head."
Kay rolled her eyes, "What is it this time? Some woman waking up having had some forced sex due to drugs with a random man after being schemed by half-sister who stole her scum boyfriend?"
