She’d always hated the architect, but he was a genius, and she wanted a house that was as fashionable as she was, so she gave him free rein when he designed her house.
It didn’t matter to her that the inbuilt furniture was uncomfortable and that his ludicrous open-air fireplace was a safety hazard. She grumbled and put up with his quirks and theories to be the toast of the architecture world.
She sold the house when the market crashed, confident that at least her name would remain attached to the site.
The developers tore it down to build apartments.

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