As the fancy, polished Lamborghini’s doors opened, a flash of blood red heels, skin coloured tights and a slim, dainty figure entered the picture. Her face was masked with layers of expensive foundation and strawberry red lipstick. Thick heavy mascara lay on her eyelashes as she fluttered them elegantly. Her high heels clipped, clopped and clanked like a horse’s hooves against the gravel as she hurried to open her new mansion. Her hands wore glinting gold rings and a variety of stones carefully intertwined as it looked rather eye catching. Delicately, she got her soft, linen handbag and walked up to the enormous oak door, excited to be turning the handle. The neighbourhood huddled outside their houses to watch the new arrival. As the woman turned around, it hit them that she was someone very spoilt, who spent her money lavishly…