Chapter11

#Chapter11

VEGAS

Present day

After we made a few vague plans on how to ‘wrangle’ an invitation, I left Shondra foraging in the fridge.

Crossing the marbled foyer, I headed upstairs, running my hand up the intricately carved wooden banister. When Shondra had this house built, she worked with a top architect and designer to bring the home life. She wanted light and air, and a showcase for her wealth.

And they delivered. Ten fold.

Original art from several African and African-American artists hung on the walls. Modern furniture (costly and comfy) graced every room. Each window, most floor to ceiling, let in as much light as possible. Before I moved in, the house and grounds featured in several magazines and talk shows. Shondra had declined further offers, even one she’d received from People Magazine, out of respect for my privacy.