Q&A

"Now let's get started, who's up?" she asks as she plops down her Prada tote on the smooth white marble seat.

"You," she points at the hand waving in the air.

"Why am I here in the afternoon? Well, because I have all the time in the world, that's why."

"Now your turn," she tugs at the loose thread of her Fendi coat as she calls out Miss Pigtail.

"Why am I so pretty? Great skincare routine and mad makeup skillz, of course."

"Next up, you with that monkey hat," she lowers her Gucci shades and nods at the mischievous grin.

"Of course you'd ask. No James, I do not have a boyfriend."

"What about you?" she picked the fist that shot up as she bends over to tie the laces of her Alexander McQueen.

"Am I rich? You've got to be kidding me. You are, aren't you?"

"Alright, I can do one last round. Anyone?" she glances at her gold Rolex watch.

"Am I happy?"

Flustered, she grabs her Prada tote, puts on her Gucci shades, adjusts her Fendi coat, kicks off the dust on her Alexander McQueen and steps right off the sandbox at the park, leaving far behind the throngs of heartfelt giggles and warm laughters of 5 year olds immersed in building sand castles and playing pretend.