Décor, or Deterrent?
By Kimberly Koerth
Jacqueline stood at the end of the entrance hallway to her new home, which was more a palace than a home, really. Gazing at her refl
ection in the ornate mirror hanging on the wall, she surveyed the length of her slim frame, the slight almond cast to her eyes, and the way her thin black hair shone in the dim lighting. After her minute of vanity, she turned slightly to look directly upon her new husband, Trevor. Trevor Richards, III, to be exact. As in, grandson of Trevor Richards, Sr., the founder of Computer Systems International, and son of Trevor Richards, Jr., the company’s current CEO. Trevor the third was set to inherit a multi-billion dollar empire upon his father’s death or retirement, whichever came first. Despite his posh history, Trevor, with his sandy brown hair and stocky build, actually looked better suited to the role of rural orchard grower, which is where Jacqueline rose from. As the nationally known love story detailed, his limousine broke down right outside their fruit farm early one Sunday morning, she brought him a glass of juice while he waited for a new vehicle, and the rest was history. Speculation varied, ranging from such far-fetched ideas as a love potion in the fruit punch to something a little more practical, like Trevor Seni
or having a brilliant company expansion idea including the fruit industry. Despite the complete inaccuracy of all of the media accounts, Jacqueline and Trevor were married now, and it was time to consider how they might furnish their new home.
“That mirror looks like it came from some medieval castle or something,” Trevor said finally, aware of the fact that Jacqueline would completely disagree with him.
“I think it gives the place a regal feeling. It’s classy,” Jacqueline unconvincingly announced.
“Sweetie, you don’t have to pretend to be rich for me,” Trevor chided lovingly. “You know I hate my bloodline. I’d prefer to live out in the country on a farm with you, picking apples together and selling pies down at the farmer’s market every weekend.”
Jacqueline scoffed. “I married you to get away from that, Trevor. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate where our food comes from, but I c
ouldn’t fulfill my dreams if I kept living out in the Fruit Growing Capital of America. I thirsted for something more than that, and now, not only did I get the opportunity to fulfill that desire, but I also met you. Love and a life career, all in one day.” She smiled up at him, and he knew she would get her way again, as always.
He didn’t mind, not really. He supposed that he was silly in love with her, this woman who knew how to make life appear out of previ
ously barren soil. And she wanted to toss it all away to run the marketing division of a company, not just any company now, but Computer Systems International, seeing as he had handed her the opportunity on a silver platter. She would be good at it, there was no doubt about that, but it was difficult to determine whether or not she’d truly find it to her liking. Selling compute
rs was a bit different from selling apples and oranges. She was determined, though, and extremely stubborn. Her willfulness is what drew him to her, that quality so different from his own mild-mannered obedience.
And so, there they were, arguing over a stupid fancy mirror when they should be making new memories in their new home with their new lives. An idea flicked across his mind like a shooting star, visible but only for a moment, and he quickly asked her before the moment passed and he was too late. “What if we decorated the house to both of our tastes? You could keep the formal elegant furnishings you liked and I could handle the home-like accents. Our house could be tasteful and comfortable, Jacqueline.”
“Oh, Trevor,” she cried, throwing her arms around his neck like a country belle swooning over her war-hero fiancée. Jacqueline was nothing if not expressive, and maybe even a little bit mocking. “That would be…that would be quite wonderful, I think. You must tell me if I am ever too petulant or commanding. This is our house, and we shall share it equally. We are together in this.”
Trevor nodded absentmindedly, already moving on to more important things. “We shall set out tomorrow to find ourselves some of the basics, couches and beds and appliances and things. You can have the final say in all of these, but I will give my opinion based on how I think they will interact with my planned décor.”
“Agreed,” Jacqueline said firmly. “Now, let’s check out the rest of the house and figure out where the stuff we already have is going to go. We’ll have to bring the boxes over sometime this week.”
“There’s just one more thing, though, sweetie,” Trevor mumbled as they stepped into the kitchen.
“Yes?” Jacqueline arched one eyebrow inquisitively, pausing with her hand over the bowl of fruit already on the kitchen counter.
“We are not going to have a single computer in this house. I don’t care how convenient they are or how much of life relies on them—we are NOT having a computer in here.”
She chuckled at his conviction. “I can agree wholeheartedly with that. Just because I want to sell them doesn’t mean I myself have to own one. We can take care of anything technological while we’re at work together.”
“At work together?” Trevor teased. “I was planning to take your place in the fruit orchards. Nuh-uh, no more computers for me.”
Jacqueline feinted tossing an apple at him. “Then I guess you can’t have this.”