My Princess In The Golden Cage

(Flack back to the other part of her retreat.)

Aadhya strode into the high-end mall dressed in a simple black oversized hoodie long enough to cover her inner t.h.i.g.hs and white sneakers that she stole from Ava's collection. The mall was located in the central part of the city which was quite far away from her mansion on the outskirts.

The hoodie c.u.m dress had words like ' Get goin' bit*h' printed on it which made it look a little inappropriate. In the huge sea of women donned in clothing from the latest seasons of the various luxurious brands, she appeared odd in her simple outfit.

Her black-ink hair was tied up in a bun while a classic rectangular shaped frames were perching on her sharp nose.

Many women peered at her with disgust and disdain while few felt awe seeing her beauty. As for the men, they were ogling at her long smooth legs.

Throughout her way she spoke to the soul telepathically, "Hey, how do you think should I color my hair?"

Amy replied almost immediately, " but why do you want to go for a makeover when you're already this gorgeous?" She glanced at the woman walking forward as she swayed her h.i.p.s from one side to the other.

"Tsk. Little Amy? Are you high? You know I'm on a run... Right? I can't get caught by him again. furthermore, if I want to stay in the industry, I have to change my looks or else I would be caught." As she spoke of the last part, her body evidently shuddered. She could agree on anything but not on the thing such as dragging her to the golden cage that she managed to escape after years of planning.

Listening to the response, Amy nodded.

She walked around in the mall with her hands tugged in the pocket before halting at the entrance of a high-end salon.

Contemplating the idea in her mind, she turned and sauntered leisurely inside the salon.

Just as she entered, a lady walked up to her side and spoke in a professional tone with a polite smile on her face, "Hello madam. Do you have an appointment? "

Turning her head, she replied calmly, "No."

The lady was instantly left speechless but soon regained her composure and said, " Sorry ma'am but we do not allow people without an appointment. If you want to make an appointment, please go to reception and get your name registered and then can we allot you with a stylist."

"Alright." Without further ado, she walked up to the reception and said calmly, "I'm here to register my name on the list."

The receptionist raised her head and glimpsed in her direction. As soon as her sight fell on her face, she was stunned. The woman ahead was dressed casually but the aura around her coupled with her pure and clean face, she looked dead drop gorgeous.

After swooning over the woman for quite a while, she answered back politely, "Sure."

The procedures of registering were handled smoothly and her appointment with a top stylist in the salon was made.

The receptionist stared at the back of the women with awestruck eyes. Never would she have believed her to be a rich lady if she hadn't seen the legendary discount card in her purse with a couple of other premium cards.

The discount card was only issued to a handful of people who held a significant status in different industries.

'Is she someone from the top-tier families?' She wondered.

Walking back inside, she directly sauntered into the waiting room before perching on the couch. She gazed on the glass table and examined the magazines before picking up the financial one.

After a while, a woman dressed in the latest Chanel outfit stepped inside the room along with her two lackeys.

As soon as she entered, her vision fell on her. The three of them stopped in their tracks and stared the nerdy woman with a magazine in her hand as she seemed to be engrossed in her own world.

Her beautiful face certainly made them go green in envy. The women in the middle couldn't stand the sight of her. As it brought in a feeling of insecurity within her.

"Hey? You?" One of her lackeys called out arrogantly. In her short hair and white floral dress, she stood there acting snobbish.

The woman standing ahead of them remained quiet as she stood there waiting for lackeys to do her dirty work. Lifting her chin high up in the air, she gazed at her in resentment.

Amy said telepathically, * I sense some jealousy in the air."

"I know, such morons."

Glimpsing the three morons act as arrogant as a peac.o.c.k, she sneered before withdrawing her eyes back to the magazine. After looking at those faces she decided not to pay them to heed albeit a thought stuck in her mind that if she had been the same girl from the past... Will she slap them on their faces or push them off from the tower?... To which she knew that the answer would be the former.

The women's face turned green to purple from fury watching her surprising reaction. Taking in a deep breath, the women spoke, "Excuse me? Do you have an appointment? Not everyone can enter a place like this. Ms. Chloe and I have an appointment with the stylists here, as for Ms. Natasha as an appointment with the second-most famous stylist. So which stylist are you here for?" Since the woman wouldn't listen, they decided to show off a bit to humiliate her.

" Yes, Evy is right... Not everyone can enter a place like this..." The woman named Chloe spoke out haughtily. They peered at her with utter contempt.

However, even after a long haul of a one-sided exchange, the response they received was silence. Her reaction infuriated them to their cores.

"Hey, woman? Do you even know who I am? Do you think a small fry like you can act arrogant in my face? Who do you think you are?" Previously, after catching sight of her ordinary-looking Outfit, they felt assured and concluded that she was someone who just got lucky by either being the mistress of a rich man or a s.l.u.tty girlfriend of some rich young master in the city. Thus they decided to go all out and criticize her.

Unable to continue her work, she decided to step up for herself and thus she calmly lifted her head and saw her delicate-looking face before giving out a subtle grin and pointing at her own clothing.

Sighting the place she was indicating, their faces flushed red from anger. The words on her hoodie 'get goin' bit*h' were printed boldly in white. Therefore, even if she wished to be unaware, she couldn't.

Before she could snap out, Aadhya stood up and walked past her.

"How dare you curse me like that? Hey? You...woman?" Unlike before, The woman named Natasha stormed out of the room. The loud voice caught the eyes of several people. Few stood there as they watched the commotion whilst few decided to turn a blind eye towards the incident since it was a common happening in the world of riches.

Women framing another woman for fame, money, and love was something that every woman in the society of the highs had to go through.