Post by irishmolly on Jul 11, 2013 1:09:00 GMT -5
Lorelei Rose Montgomery was a girl that knew no mercy. As the daughter of one of the most respected families in all of the upper east coast, she knew no hardship. She identified herself as the ruthless, most sophisticated young lady in all New York City. Nevertheless, her sole goal in her seventeen years was to make sure everyone she met was aware of that. Lorelei resided in the Upper East side of Manhattan, the most prestigious neighborhood in all of the state. She lived in a large apartment where her parents were seldom ever home, so her only company was whatever service worker her mom hired to maintain the penthouse.
The present loneliness never bothered her; the second she realized that her parents were two of the most highly respected lawyers in the Upper East coast, she stopped complaining about her parents never being home and started greeting her allowance with open arms and her trademark smile.
Was she spoiled? Maybe, but she only used the money for emergencies, such as a last minute event or a wrinkle in one of her Paris dresses. Was it her fault? No, she didn't think so.
She never did dwell on the fact that her family was one of the wealthiest in the state - it is what it is. It irritated Lorelei that others would target her solely for that reason, but it didn't matter.
She was happy.
Mother - Thursday, July 22, 6:21 am
Lorelei re-read the message two times before it fully processed through her brain. The dainty porcelain wall clock from across the room read eleven - thirty, which gave her approximately thirty minutes.
A small bark from the foot of the bed caught her attention. Her small white Pomeranian, Lulu, was looking at her eagerly. The dog was a fairly new addition to the Montgomery household - an apology gift from her parents for their absence on her seventeenth birthday. She didn't care; Lulu accompanied her everywhere she went.
"Do you want to go for a walk, Lulu?" Lorelei asked. The soft panting of the dog was enough to get Lorelei out of her bed. It was perfect - she would walk Lulu towards Cafe Sabarsky and enjoy a nice cup of her favorite coffee as well.
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It was around twelve - fifteen when she received the information that the workers were on their way up to her floor. With the amount of service workers entering and exiting the penthouse on a weekly basis, her fear of burglars didn't faze her anymore. As far as she was concerned, her parents were already paying them an excessive amount of money so there would be no need to steal if they were doing their job. That was her logic, at least. "Always be nice to the less fortunate, darling," was her mother's constant motto.
Ring, ring.
Lulu began to bark in the direction of the door. "Lulu, be quiet," Lorelei ordered. The dog obeyed soon after.
Lorelei made her way to the door casually, noting how clean the place looked. In all honesty, the only reason her mother wanted to repaint the wall by the fire place was because she needed to be in touch with the latest "in" color. Hey, if they had the money, why not, right?
She opened the door and was met with three painters. They were dressed in god-awful clothing and carried the supplies needed. There were two men around her father's age and one woman.
"Is this the Montgomery household?" The man at the front said, giving her a polite smile.
Lorelei nodded and opened the door wide enough for them to enter.
The woman whistled. "Nice place you got here," she said, admiring the view from the windows.
"Yes and I intend on keeping everything you see here," Lorelei said coldly. She didn't see the face the woman made but instead called for Lulu. They knew what they had to do and she knew what she had to do. As far as she was concerned, the painters did not have any relevance to her actions.
She clipped Lulu's pink leash on and walked out of her penthouse in where she literally ran into another painter.
"Watch where you're going, why don't you?!" Lorelei yelled as Lulu began to bark. She was sure the painter almost stepped on her dog as well.
"I'm sorry, ma'am - I didn't see you there!"
Lorelei raised an eyebrow and looked at the worker. Her first thought was to ask him again what he said because his accent - she was sure it was Scottish or something - was so thick. He looked scared - nonetheless. Lorelei figured that he may have been new. He looked young, too. Well, younger than the other painters.
"I don't care anymore - I'm leaving," she waved him away and walked off with Lulu, who snarled at the painter before following her owner pridefully.
Hi everyone, the author here! I wanted to go for a Gossip Girl-esque story, minus the adult drama;) Here are a few visual pieces that I was imagining.
The Penthouse - www.robertcouturier.com/wp-content/assets/UES-townhouse-collage2.jpg
Lulu:) - dogbreedinsight.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Pomeranian-18.jpg
An idea of Lorelei (channeling a Blair Waldorf) - 24.media.tumblr.com/222fb738c700370e84226b13359e018d/tumblr_mhr7us0GYS1rsmppvo5_500.gif
Lorelei's bedroom - 1.bp.blogspot.com/-C38b7_2v1CA/UWGdPkaCaWI/AAAAAAAAqCc/_Nn5ntY7hNQ/s1600/Latest+luxury+furniture+italian+designs.+(3).gif
Is Damian the young painter? Find out, next update:) !
The present loneliness never bothered her; the second she realized that her parents were two of the most highly respected lawyers in the Upper East coast, she stopped complaining about her parents never being home and started greeting her allowance with open arms and her trademark smile.
Was she spoiled? Maybe, but she only used the money for emergencies, such as a last minute event or a wrinkle in one of her Paris dresses. Was it her fault? No, she didn't think so.
She never did dwell on the fact that her family was one of the wealthiest in the state - it is what it is. It irritated Lorelei that others would target her solely for that reason, but it didn't matter.
She was happy.
Mother - Thursday, July 22, 6:21 am
There will be four workers coming around noon to paint the back wall near the fireplace.
Lorelei re-read the message two times before it fully processed through her brain. The dainty porcelain wall clock from across the room read eleven - thirty, which gave her approximately thirty minutes.
A small bark from the foot of the bed caught her attention. Her small white Pomeranian, Lulu, was looking at her eagerly. The dog was a fairly new addition to the Montgomery household - an apology gift from her parents for their absence on her seventeenth birthday. She didn't care; Lulu accompanied her everywhere she went.
"Do you want to go for a walk, Lulu?" Lorelei asked. The soft panting of the dog was enough to get Lorelei out of her bed. It was perfect - she would walk Lulu towards Cafe Sabarsky and enjoy a nice cup of her favorite coffee as well.
-
It was around twelve - fifteen when she received the information that the workers were on their way up to her floor. With the amount of service workers entering and exiting the penthouse on a weekly basis, her fear of burglars didn't faze her anymore. As far as she was concerned, her parents were already paying them an excessive amount of money so there would be no need to steal if they were doing their job. That was her logic, at least. "Always be nice to the less fortunate, darling," was her mother's constant motto.
Ring, ring.
Lulu began to bark in the direction of the door. "Lulu, be quiet," Lorelei ordered. The dog obeyed soon after.
Lorelei made her way to the door casually, noting how clean the place looked. In all honesty, the only reason her mother wanted to repaint the wall by the fire place was because she needed to be in touch with the latest "in" color. Hey, if they had the money, why not, right?
She opened the door and was met with three painters. They were dressed in god-awful clothing and carried the supplies needed. There were two men around her father's age and one woman.
"Is this the Montgomery household?" The man at the front said, giving her a polite smile.
Lorelei nodded and opened the door wide enough for them to enter.
The woman whistled. "Nice place you got here," she said, admiring the view from the windows.
"Yes and I intend on keeping everything you see here," Lorelei said coldly. She didn't see the face the woman made but instead called for Lulu. They knew what they had to do and she knew what she had to do. As far as she was concerned, the painters did not have any relevance to her actions.
She clipped Lulu's pink leash on and walked out of her penthouse in where she literally ran into another painter.
"Watch where you're going, why don't you?!" Lorelei yelled as Lulu began to bark. She was sure the painter almost stepped on her dog as well.
"I'm sorry, ma'am - I didn't see you there!"
Lorelei raised an eyebrow and looked at the worker. Her first thought was to ask him again what he said because his accent - she was sure it was Scottish or something - was so thick. He looked scared - nonetheless. Lorelei figured that he may have been new. He looked young, too. Well, younger than the other painters.
"I don't care anymore - I'm leaving," she waved him away and walked off with Lulu, who snarled at the painter before following her owner pridefully.
Hi everyone, the author here! I wanted to go for a Gossip Girl-esque story, minus the adult drama;) Here are a few visual pieces that I was imagining.
The Penthouse - www.robertcouturier.com/wp-content/assets/UES-townhouse-collage2.jpg
Lulu:) - dogbreedinsight.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Pomeranian-18.jpg
An idea of Lorelei (channeling a Blair Waldorf) - 24.media.tumblr.com/222fb738c700370e84226b13359e018d/tumblr_mhr7us0GYS1rsmppvo5_500.gif
Lorelei's bedroom - 1.bp.blogspot.com/-C38b7_2v1CA/UWGdPkaCaWI/AAAAAAAAqCc/_Nn5ntY7hNQ/s1600/Latest+luxury+furniture+italian+designs.+(3).gif
Is Damian the young painter? Find out, next update:) !