Just Another Damn Love Story by Caleb Alexander

Author:Caleb Alexander [Alexander, Caleb]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780615722597
Amazon: 0615722598
Publisher: Golden Ink Publishing
Published: 2012-10-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Purchase Estates in Westchester County was one of the areas most prestigious developments. It was home to many of Westchester County’s most prominent residents, and homes within the community started at two million dollars. At least back when one could actually buy a home within the community. Long since sold out, the asking prices now started at four million dollars. Dr. Neel bought his Tudor style mansion at the pre-construction bargain price of 1.6 million dollars, back when the community first opened up for development. He often touted the purchase in Purchase, as one of his best investment decisions ever. It was in this investment where Kimberly and her sister Beverly grew up.

“Pass me the celery,” Marjorie told her daughter.

Mother and daughter were inside of the home's quarter of a million dollar kitchen. Custom cabinetry, granite counter tops, and custom, stainless steel, Sub Zero and Wolff appliances dominated the room. The kitchen had even been featured on the Sub Zero-Wolff website at one time. It was Marjorie Neel's pride and joy, as well as her favorite part of the home.

"Celery!" Marjorie repeated.

Kim handed her mother the celery, and then continued to chop her onions.

“So what brought you up to Westchester today?” Marjorie asked.

“I came to see you and Daddy,” Kim said.

“And what a wonderful surprise it was to see you,” Thornton said, winking at her from the family room. He unfolded his newspaper and leaned back in his easy chair.

Marjorie glared over the bar into the family room, where her husband was seated. “Don’t encourage her, Thornton. You know as well as I do, that she has never come home on her own accord.”

“Mother!” Kimberly protested.

“And she walked in, washed her hands, and began helping prepare dinner?” Marjorie glared at Kim. “The only question left, is how much?”

“How much?” Kim huffed. “Mom, I don’t need any money.”

“Sure you do. You’re thin as a rail. That job of yours doesn’t pay diddley squat. And you just came back from New Orleans.”

“I’m not rail thin, my job takes care of my bills, and the trip to New Orleans was work, so it was paid for by my job.”

“How was your trip, dear?” Thornton asked from the family room.

“It was wonderful!” Kim gushed. “I got to meet some of my favorite designers!”

“Any of them offer you a job?” Marjorie asked.

“I have a job, Mother.”

“A real job? Like in their accounting department?” Marjorie persisted.

“Who did you get to meet, Sweetheart?” Thornton asked.

“I got to meet Marc Jacobs, Caroline Herrera, Oscar de le Renta, Christian Lacroix, Karl Lagerfeld, Roberto Cavalli, Jean-Paul Gaultier, Ralph Lauren, Tom Ford, and Muiccia Prada, just to name a few.”

“Wow, that’s fantastic, Sweetheart!” Thornton told her. “Did you get any autographs?”

“Dad!”

“What?”

“I couldn’t ask for their autographs!”

“Why not?”

“Because, that would have made me look... unprofessional.”

“Admiring someone’s work so much that you want their autograph makes you look unprofessional?” Thornton asked. “I would think that it makes you look like a student of the industry; someone who appreciates talent, and skill, and art.

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