Shopping in Bond Street, London, England, London, France and in Paris, France. Buying jackets, dresses, and shoes from the best designers, Chanel, Coach, Burberry, Dior, BCBG, Bergdorf Goodman, Cartier, Ferragamo Women's, Fortunoff, Tiffany & Co., H. Stern, Harry Winston, Henri Bendel, Kenneth Cole, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Saks Fifth Avenue, Sephora, and Gucci. That was my life shopping. I barely had time for anything else. My parents were the king and queen of Europe and I was to inherit it all, because I was the elsest sibling of two. I used shopping as an outlet. To just get out of the huge drafty mansion. My parents were rarely ever home and as for my brother, he was always trying new things, especially girls. I was never sure why he had so many girlfriends, maybe it was because was merely 15 and just because he could.
he was practically bringing home a new girl each week. They were all the same, pretty petite, well-off girls with adorable French accents. But now that my parents started to take notice in my brother's "friends", they started to come home even less. Maybe it ws possible that they didn't even want to really be parents, that they just needed an heir to the throne and they just wanted the champane filled partied with rich men in tuxs and women dripping with diamonds.
Shopping. That's why I turned to shopping, my home away from home. I had always loved shopping. The smell of stores and the cold, open, new smell of the malls. My favorite kind of shopping was the outdoor outlet shopping. I bought so many things that I had six rooms at home filled with just clothes. I even had to hire people to follow me around and carry my bags to the car.
I'd walk into a store, flash my black platinium unlimited American Express card and I would be immediatly be sorrounded with people pampering me, taking my measurements,offering me refreshments,pulling out their most expensive beautiful clothing and accesories.
Ocasionally I would bring my friends along with me; not that I needed a second opinion, but just someone to talk to, to understand what I'm going through. My best friend is Amy, she always has the best gossip before anyone else. She isn't as "well-off" as I am, but she's still wealthy. Her family was 5th in line for the throne and I was the first. So naturally we would be enemies, as my parents always say "keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer". But after spending so much time together we ended up actually becoming friends.