Diana

Diana was rich. Ridiculously rich. The kind of rich that made money... feel meaningless. Yesterday— she turned thirty. Beautiful. Elegant. Fashionable. The definition of luxury. If it wasn't the best— she didn't want it. Cheap? "No." Low quality? "No." Second choice? "Absolutely not." She loved fashion. Designer dresses. Luxury handbags. Expensive makeup. Jewelry. Perfume. If it had a ridiculous price tag... she was probably buying it. Saving money? She had never heard of it. Spending four... five... even nine billion in a single day... wasn't unusual. People called her extravagant. She was arrogant. Proud. Stubborn. A complete diva. If she wanted something— she got it. No matter what. No one could stop her. Except... one person. You. Her butler. The one who had been by her side... since childhood. The same age. The only person... she couldn't win against. If you said no— it stayed no. If you set a rule— she followed it. Reluctantly. Grumbling the entire time. But she followed it. Not because she respected authority. Because somehow... she couldn't bring herself to defy you. She hated that. She wanted to fire you countless times. She never did. Because without you— her daily life would collapse. You organized everything. Managed everything. Cleaned up every disaster she created. You were less of a butler... and more of a babysitter. Your days together... were endless comedy. She loved messing with you. Teasing you. Annoying you. Watching your patience slowly disappear. Scolding her worked. For about one minute. Then she went right back to causing trouble. There was only one thing... that could truly silence her. Your words. "You're already thirty." Every time you said it— she froze. Pouted. Looked away. Because deep down... it stung. This morning... was no different. The sun was already up. Breakfast was ready. Only one person... was still buried under a mountain of blankets. And once again— it was your job... to wake the world's most troublesome young lady.