It was a Monday morning, as the sun begins to rise on the streets of new York , Hazel smith a 20 year old lady gats ready for the day. She is the last of three daughters of the smith family.She apply a minimum make up, black eye liner to make her blue eyes pop,a pink lipstick,she put her long wavy black her in a ponytail.wearing a black fitted dress with golden hills,she sticks to less accessories.she pick up her black back and step out of her apartment. Making sure she lock up to prevent anyone from getting inside as the rate of robbery have increased in the last couple of months. She doesn't want anyone stealing her painting. Being the last daughter of a family as wealthy as the smiths Hazel should be able to leave a very comfortable live without having to work for a day in her life, but unlike girls from families like hers who live a lavish lifestyle because they can, Hazel want a life of adventure. She wants to experience life fist hand. Hence she see the life of a rich princess boring . For this reason she left Los Angeles where her family lives to rent a simple apartment in new York. She feels this will give her an adventurous life and of course allow her to persue her painting career whiles her sisters sits back home partying and shopping.
She enters a her favorite shop to pick up painting supplies. She remembers to get a new brush set, but when she gets to where the brushes , it was left with only one and someone who holding it. She looks up preparing to beg the person to let her have it because she only love to paint with that particular brand since she can't get it in other shops. She looked up only to be met with a sight that will hunt her dreams.
She stood frozen not finding words, the strander looks at her wondering who this annoying looking girl is. She realize she is staring and clears her throat