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Alison Culpepper stared out of the car’s tinted windows as Tiffany and her driver argued about their all so superior intellect about navigating in the middle of rush hour. If there was any magic in the world it would take a good amount of it just to find a decent parking space in New York City. Alice glanced sideways at her stepmother. Five long blood red nails dug into the expensive black leather in reaction to whatever the poor limo driver said which then resulted in more shrieking. Alice looked away before the guests in the car could see her smirk. Tiffany for all of her attempts at surface magic had utterly failed as far as doing anything that could be told as any real magic like problem solving .

“What’s so funny?”

Alice flinched. Well there were at least two phenomenons that she still couldn’t quite figure out. One was how the Culpepper family once one of the most well thought of families in the district of New York’s social society, had fallen so quickly. It had all started when Jocelyn Culpepper died while giving birth to Alice’s only sibling, Matthew, who died eight years later due to premature lung development. And Robert, (as the psychiatrists explained to her after), already devastated by his wife’s death, just couldn’t handle the thought of seeing his only son dead. Ten months later, he was found hung from his two story apartment stairway with a suicide note and his will. But the fact that he died wasn’t even what she was stunned about, it was the fact that he didn’t even want to say good bye.

And after that it just kept going down hill after that. Tiffany took over the Culpepper family businesses which included Culpepper Design 4 Us, and the many family owned precious stone mines spread across the country. All of these industries required a lot of effort and time. Time that Tiffany would much rather spend getting a facial and painting little palm trees on her precious nails. So instead of even running them she let the vice presidents and their seceritaries do all the work, and plays the part of signing papers.

If she had had two daughters I would have felt like modern day Cinderella. But instead she had one offspring from her previous marriage. One drug addicted arrogant drug addicted son who was even worse then his mother.