The Brat! | Becky Diamond

The soft click of Becky’s designer heels echoed against the polished marble floor as she adjusted the oversized sunglasses perched on her nose. The golden glow of the late afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of the luxury boutique, casting perfect lighting for the impromptu photo shoot Becky had deemed necessary.

“Ugh, seriously?!” Becky snapped, her voice cutting through the hum of quiet shoppers. She flipped her golden hair over one shoulder and glared at a nearby couple who had the audacity to walk through her frame. “Do you mind? Like, hello—clearly, I’m trying to capture a moment here!”

Becky turned to the boutique assistant, who had been standing nervously nearby. “Can you, like, get them to move? I swear, it’s impossible to get decent lighting without a dozen people ruining it.”

Her icy blue eyes scanned the scene, her frustration simmering as she adjusted her pose. “Honestly, it’s like nobody understands how important this is. Do you even know how many likes this is going to get?” Becky muttered, more to herself than anyone else, as she struck another pose, ensuring every detail of her outfit screamed perfection.