The taxi stopped in front of the Green hotel, and Aveline looked up through the window.
"We're here ma'am," the driver announced.
Her eyes moved to the front seat where the driver was coming out.
She watched him step out, and then he opened the door for her.
Aveline came down from the car, shimmering from her head down to her toes in a luxurious black fendi gown, and pointed toe heels.
In her hands were a small birkin bag that tied the whole look together.
Anyone who saw her would swear she came from riches. They wouldn't be too far off from the truth.
The driver grumbled internally when she didn't bother to thank him.
"Rich rude bitches!" He muttered in his heart.
Aveline turned to face him. "How much do I owe you?"
"Oh it's just a hundred dollars ma'am."
Aveline was fully aware he had inflated the price.
Most of her life, she jumped from taxis to taxis, to buses. She knew the prices.
But Aveline was determined to prove a point.
