Dolly's face paled. She lowered the black umbrella and hung her head in acute embarrassment as she tried to get away from the group of teenagers jeering at her.
In no time she had hopped into her car and driven off from the parking lot, from the disrespectful comments of the youngsters.
It was her life now, the constant stigmatism. She dreaded leaving the mansion. It was a lot for her to handle. But it soothed her at it was just temporary. She had stepped out to pick a few groceries and that happened.
She used to be one of the most respectable women in the Pack, now she was an object of caricature.
She put the wallpaper she purchased earlier on the wall, placing a beautiful flower vase by it. She set the lightings, placed a white coffee cup by the side table. She was set for the video
