Chapter Eleven
Rich drives me to a place I have only seen in movies and TV shows.
“You live in Beverly Hills?” I say, my face practically planted against the window of his car.
Rich chuckles. “It isn’t a big deal.”
“Are you kidding me? Of course it is. I bet my apartment fits into your closet.”
Rich turns into a gated community, swiping a code that opens up the ornate gate. As we drive into the community, all thoughts of what has been stressing me out fly from my mind. The homes – make that mansions – are massive. I can’t believe that people can actually afford something like this. We drive past them slowly with Rich obviously letting me take in the expansiveness of these enormous urban palaces.
“Mine isn’t as big as some of these,” he says. “I wouldn’t get too excited.”
I wave my h
