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long it’s going to take my mind to catch up with my new reality,” Tara said.
    “That will come with time. Look, I guess we had better get back to the party, but one other thing I did learn is that there is a social order, even with the superrich. There’s old money and new money. The old money is that inherited wealth that has been passed on for decades. You know some of those products you use every day that you never think of as being created by someone like hand lotion, or laundry detergent, then out here you might run into someone with one of those last names, then you find out that it was their great grandfather that started it all. Some of those people don’t think too highly of new money people like Frazier and Brandon. It’s almost like they look at them like they are loud intruders with no class. You know, being flashy with their jets, gaudy mansions and young trophy wives like me,” Ashley said with a laugh.
    “So there’s class snobbery among the super rich, who knew?” Tara said.
    “They’re petty, gossipy and vain just like everybody else, they just have more money,” Ashley said.
    Tara liked Ashley a lot and they became close friends because she felt they came from a somewhat similar background and both went from a little to a lot without a transition point. Tara met a few other women that night and garnered social invitations that would keep her busy for a while. Once they were back home Tara and Brandon readied for bed by taking a relaxing bath together in their spa sized bathtub completed with wine glasses in hand.
    “How did you like the party?” Brandon asked.
    “I had a great time. I met some women that I think I will become friends with tonight. I really like Ashley, she doesn’t bite her tongue,” Tara said.
    “Well good. I could see that you seemed to be feeling a little like you were missing your social support system. Tara, how do you feel about planning a wedding? It feels like it’s about time to get that show on the road, don’t you think?” Brandon said.
    “Really, I feel great about it! What made you think that it was time to set a date?” Tara asked.
    “Isn’t that the main point of getting engaged, to get married. It’s time you became Mrs. Larson. I saw some of those unattached guys looking at you tonight. I’d better put a ring on it as they say,” Brandon said as he sipped from his wine glass.
    Tara almost spit her wine out at Brandon’s comment.
    “I can’t believe you said that,” Tara said with a laugh.
    “Well I keep up with pop culture. I know about putting a ring on it. Think about where you want to have your wedding, here, Hawaii or just about anywhere you want,” Brandon said.
    “What if I want to have it at home, where I grew up in Texas?” Tara said.
    “Well, from what I can tell that area is pretty rural and would be difficult for a lot of people to get to. I understand that you want your family and friends to come, so what if we had it in Dallas? Dallas has two major airports and plenty of smaller airports for private jets to land and it is close enough for your family and friends to get there,” Brandon said.
    “That sounds like a deal. Dallas it is. Now, when do we want to do this?” Tara said.
    “Within six months, October or November. We can be married before Christmas and bring in the New Year as husband and wife,” Brandon said.
    “That sounds like a plan. I can pull together a wedding in that amount of time, Tara said.
    “Hire a good wedding planner. There are excellent wedding planners in New York and I’m sure they can work with someone in Dallas to pull it off,” Brandon said.
    “I’m so excited!” Tara said.
    “Me too,” Brandon said as he took a big handful of soap bubbles and placed them on Tara face.
    “What did you do that for?” Tara said as she put a handful of bubbles on Brandon’s face.
    “Come on over here,” Brandon said as they looked each other in the eyes.
    “So you just want to skip to the