Riches To Rags

Chapter 1: Riches To Rags

Chapter 1: Riches To Rags

If you got it flaunt it~ Beyonce

From the beautiful island of Anguilla to a fifteen bedroom and fourteen and a half bathroom mansion, she was finally home. Constant living was what she called it. Moving to one magnificent home to another. This was the life. Her life and she wouldn't change it for the world. Although she thought Anguilla was a nice place for vacationing, Desiree wouldn't have mind going to London instead. It also didn't help that she couldn't take her best friend Dove with her. Even almost a decade apart, the two were inseparable and it killed her to not have her shopping buddy along with her.

Whatever she had, she flaunted it. That's exactly what Desiree Harris did. Making sure that world knew how powerful she was and what she had in her pocket. I mean, she was a Harris. Her family surpassed people like Oprah, Bill Gates and Warren Buffett. All she knew was that her father was an investor and made billions off of it. He got a little money passed down to his generation and invested it and continued to reinvest. He was brilliant.

As she leaned forward against the black plush passenger seat of the limo, she saw the steel black gates opening to her estate. Well, it wasn't her's just yet but it would be passed down to her soon. Her parents would soon go into retirement and everything before her would belong to her.

"How was your flight Miss. Harris?" James, her new driver asked. 

Rae sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Long James. Daddy's private jet was being service when I left for my vacation and coming back," she explained. "Anguilla was beautiful but it wasn't the best trip. Henry my assistant missed his flight so I had to stay a whole day by myself. Ordering my food to finding my makeup bag in my purse."

James smirked and shook his head at her. "Sorry to hear that," he told her, as the limo eased up on the grand property. Spoiled brat.

"The weather was nice and sunny," she went on to tell him. "Didn't find no caviar or escargot. The only expensive wine they had was Dom Perignon. Everyone knows I don't drink that cheap stuff. You think daddy can buy me my own island? Tyler Perry has one."

"Money can't buy everything Miss. Harris," James replied.

She waved him off, dismissing him. "Oh please, money can buy me anything and everything that my heart desires," she argued as the limo was put into park. She waited for him to get out the car, closing the door behind him to mumble," this coming from a person who has nothing and will never have anything."

She giggled at him. Rae knew that her driver came from nothing, had nothing and never will have anything. Hell, he was her driver and was probably going to continue to be her driver until he was fat old and damn near in his grave. All her workers would. Just the way Rae thought life was. Some people were just meant to be below her and her family therefore they shoudl work for them.

Once her car door was opened, she could feel the gently warm San Diego, California breeze. Grabbing her brown Michael Kors tote off the seat next to her, James held his chocolate arm for her to take, and she did. Before moving, she dusted off her Donna Karen burgundy pencil skirt and placed her McQueen sunglasses on her eyes. Letting him lead, Desiree followed him up the long stone path way passing the freshly cut shrubs on each side. Acres of land surrounded the large estate while workers in white continued to trim the hedges and others mowed the plush lawn.

They walked up the white steps that lead to the porch and tall black double doors with see through glass windows. "Welcome home Miss. Harris," James announced, pulling the gold handle down and opening the door for her to step inside.