For the most part, it was easy to forget that Nate was loaded, and that she by extension was now part of the one percent. The very, very rich one percent. So rich she could live several lifetimes without ever having to lift a finger.
Once the shock of 'my home and my business burned down at the same time' wore off, Rose was able to set her mind on moving forward, on rebuilding.
Part of that process, she had accepted, as countless ordinary people often did, was the countless hours she would spend on the phone with the insurance company. But as it turned out, one of the perks of being rich was treating such a thing as thing as trivial. Nate had walked in on her arguing with the insurance agent, he had then proceeded to listen in, looking entertained. When the call, one of many had ended, he had come closer and offered his own input.
"Why not use your spending money for this month to fix up the shop?" He had asked, brow furrowed, genuinely not understanding.
