Yes, I Am Spoiled. So What? 12
The light knocking on the wood made people look up. A young girl walked down the stairs, her hands holding the railings, gliding like soft silk. Against the mahogany wood, her pale skin looked almost like an untarnished piece of white paper.
Phil looked up from his phone and briefly glanced at her. His stare barely lasted for a second before he lowered it to continue whatever business he had on his phone. Only the butler greeted Avina once she reached the bottom.
Avina patted her white sweater, feeling the soft wool. Smiling satisfied, she looked at her outfit again. A white turtleneck sweater paired with black leggings. Covering her feet were winter booties. The fur lining peeked out of the khaki-colored fabric, brushing against her ankles. Overall, she looked very cute, very huggable, and extremely pamperable.