Just as Tracey had imagined, they live in a fancy world. She was born rich and she was spoiled, but she knew the value of money and things although she shopped for every expensive thing while her dad and mom were working hard. But now, she needs to save her own money. She needs to work for her own money.
"This is amazing." Tracey pouted at her husband as he held out his hand while they were hopping off the chopper. "I'm excited." She giggled at him. Then, they went to the door and were escorted by a few security guards downstairs to the ground floor. "So, sofa first? I mean the living room set is what we need." She said and adjusted her intertwined hands and her ring. "How about a bed?" She grinned at him. "I haven't seen the mansion yet."
"I will show it to you so you will have an idea of how you will design it."
