𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋
❝ Well, when you marry into
money when you have money...
you only get more money. ❞
the time when two spoiled
little Starks had to tolerate
each othe...
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━━ "DELANEY, DEAREST, YOU DO realize that everything that you miss can be sent to you, correct?" Eloise Stark called from the base of the stairs, her manicured hand holding onto the dark, mahogany railing of the stairs.
"Of course!" Her daughter replied from her room, trying to decide which necklace would accompany her to her apprenticeship. After all, it was an important decision; her sapphire pendant with pearls, or her ruby pendant with the diamonds?
"And you do realize we were supposed to see Tony ten minutes ago, right?"
"Correct."
"So why are we still here?" Eloise rushed. She was always a punctual woman, usually arriving ten minutes before she needed to.
Unfortunately, her only daughter didn't have the same way of thinking, as Delaney tended to make a 'fashionable entrance', which only consisted of her being fifteen minutes late.
"Because I can't leave without one of these!" Delaney whined, gesturing to the two necklaces on her nightstand beside her canopy bed.
"Delaney, you're twenty-one. Make a decision and move on!"
"I'll just bring both." She concluded before clasping the sapphire chain around her neck and slipping her ruby one into her dainty, off-white crossbody. She grabbed the light purple suitcase before heading down the stairs, her heels clicking on the white tile.
"Thank God." Eloise gave a sigh of relief as her daughter joined her on the first floor. "I was afraid I'd have to drag you down here."
"Please. You'd never." Delaney scoffed as the two women approached the front door, Delaney rolling her bag behind her. "The other bags have been taken to Tony's, right?"
"That's correct," Eloise confirmed before laying her eyes on her daughter's plaid golf skirt. "Plaid is back?"
"Plaid never left." Delaney smiled, opening the door to reveal the streets of the Upper East Side, and the black Mercedes-Benz that sat in front of the house. "Ask our God, Cher Horowitz."
"You idolize her too much." Eloise chuckled as the girl opened the back door to the Benz, carefully placing the purple bag inside.
"If anything, Mother dearest, she's not idolized enough." Delaney launched into a hug, wrapping her arms around her mother. "I'm gonna miss you."
"I as well." The mother smiled before pulling away and planting a kiss on Delaney's cheek. "Don't be stupid, Delaney. Listen to Uncle Tony."
"I think he's more childish than I, Mother." She joked, opening the passenger door and lowering herself into the seat. "Hi, Theo." She greeted the driver, who looked to be around fifty years old.
