By the time we’re done at Richard’s house, I’m on air. He loved my designs and wants me to start decorating his home immediately. In the beginning, all I had to go on were pictures, but now that I’ve seen the house in person, there’s so much I can do. I don’t even know where to begin. The good thing is that he’s leaving to head back to New York for a few weeks, and I’ll have free rein over his house.
“That went well,” my dad says as we turn out of the driveway onto the road.
I slide Richard’s credit card into my wallet. “I can’t believe he gave me his card.” With all the things I need to buy, it’ll be around two hundred thousand dollars. Richard didn’t bat an eyelash when I mentioned the numbers.
My father laughs. “Richard’s an important man in New York. He has more money than us, and t
