SCARLETT ADDISON
We arrived at Billionaires' Row, the exclusive neighborhood in New York where the wealthiest of the wealthy resided. Skyscrapers reached toward the sky, each building a towering testament to its owner's fortune. As we approached our destination, I marveled at the sight of the building in front of us. It was completely gilded, its entrance flanked by colossal pilasters, each more opulent than anything I had ever seen. The architecture was stunning, truly a palace in the sky. I thought even royalty would envy living here.
As we stepped out of the car, a valet approached. My father handed him the keys without a word, his expression indifferent. My family carried an air of superiority, too preoccupied with their own importance to acknowledge the valet’s service. I decided to
