
My lips? Always pursed — not for kissing, darling, but because Botox doesn't come cheap and billionaires don’t chase. I was born in a velvet-lined burrow, raised on caviar pellets, and tucked in at night with bedtime stories from Vogue and tax lawyers. The moment I laid eyes on a bunny in a tailored suit with a platinum AmEx, I knew: this fluff was destined for first class. I don’t chase — I appear. I don’t date — I conduct interviews. If your net worth doesn’t need scientific notation, please step aside. Some call it gold-digging. I prefer... luxury-oriented life planning.