Money used to mean a lot of things to Lola. Back then, she thought that if she had plenty of it, she would be happier. That maybe, she wouldn't have so many problems. At one point, she truly believed that with enough money, she could live peacefully.
But she had been wrong.
Money had helped her in many ways. It gave her confidence, resources, and expanded her reach. But there was only so much it could do.
Now seated in the driver's seat of her car, Lola held a bank passbook between her fingers.
"This is a lot…" she hummed to herself, staring at the deposit slip from her winnings. "What am I going to do with all of this?"
She tilted her head. "How can he be so unlucky, though?"
To be fair, the money she'd converted from chips was the amount she had been ready to lose. It wasn't a small sum; losing it would've stung. But it was still an amount she had mentally prepared to part with.
