There are two types of people in this part of the city: those who own big summer houses, drive expensive cars, and have whatever they wish for. Until you meet the other type, ***us***. The ones who are in deep poverty, well poverty is a harsh word for it. I would say, don't have all the luxury that *they* have. They think every summer we will bow to them and do as they say. Some do and some don't. Speaking for myself, I don't try to give them ideas that they have power over us or me. Their name speaks for them. The Belladonnaire's. The richest of the rich, yet they still come to our part of the city and stay here for the rest of the summer. There are two brothers - Isaiah and William. In our young years, we used to get along, play by the beach, and drink lemonade from the local bar. Until everything stopped. -𝓔.𝓒