Keeping Up With Kendall, Kylie ... and Katherine? [Unfinished]

Chapter 1

“Katherine?” Aunt Karen rocked me side-to-side in bed. I didn’t hear her. “Katy, doll?” she tried again.

Nothing.

“Katherine!” she let out a long, exasperated sigh.

“What?” I said, finally hearing her. I rolled over, pulling along my cream comforter and faced her.

“Get up, now. Today’s the day you’re going home,” she said.

“Oh, right.” I said, sitting up and rubbing away the sleepiness in my eyes. My glass beaded lamp casted a soft glow around my room.

She was perched on the side of my bed, hair and makeup done, and was neatly dressed in a black blazer and white blouse. Her face was smooth and flawless and her black hair was neatly sleeked back in a low ponytail.

“What time is it?” I asked, pulling off my bed sheets. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and then fished underneath the mirrored bedside table for my UGG cable-knit slippers.

Aunt Karen stood up and checked her gold Rolex watch. “11:32, Katy. You’ve got until 1 o’clock.” She said as I hustled into my ensuite bathroom. I flickered on the light. Bright light flooded through the black and white colored bathroom.

“Ah,” I mumbled, and reached over the sink to grab my toothbrush, squinting.

“There’s brunch downstairs for you.” She said, leaning against the door frame which separated my bathroom from my bedroom.

“Thank you, Aunt Karen,” I said, squeezing toothpaste along the top of my toothbrush.

“Not a problem, doll. I’ll be at Neiman Marcus, picking up that Valentino bag your mom made me get for her.” She rolled her eyes. I smiled at her, before brushing my toothbrush along my front teeth.

She leaned over and kissed my cheek. A waft of Coco Chanel perfume drew near me. “Thanks for being the daughter I had wished for,” She said, and then prodded downstairs. I continued brushing my teeth and heard Aunt Karen’s car keys jiggling, before the front door slammed shut.

I shifted near the window, and watched as Aunt Karen’s black head of hair walk over to her Bentley. Back when I was five, I was really interested in the way makeup artists would do a Cleopatra-inspired makeup looks.

When Aunt Karen took me to the Bentley Motors Dealer, and picked out the car’s model and everything, she told me when she was started to sign the car contract: “Katy, doll, I want you to sit right here,” and pointed to a black plastic chair, “and think about what would you like to name this new car I’m buying. Okay, Katherine?”

I remember nodding and sat there considered my choices. I faintly remember five names that were my top choices: Becky, Kitty, Peanuts, Dani, and Cleo, short for Cleopatra. When Aunt Karen finished signing all her papers and we walked back to her old Acura, she asked me: “So, Katy, do you know what you would like to name my new car?”

And I told her, “Cleo. I wanna name it Cleo. Like Miss Queen Cleopatra, Auntie Karen!” I remember how her laugh was, deep but mysteriously beautiful. And how her face was still young and wrinkle-free, how she was always smiling. She was always happy. That was one of the many qualities of her that I loved.

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Sorry for such a short chapter. :c But I have high hopes for this story, and will hopefully update weekly. Tell me what you think so far of Katherine and the story.

xox