Marissa Cooper slowly strolled throughout the stunning beach house that not only captivated her attention from the moment she pulled into the driveway but had everything that could ever be needed in a home. The will had been finalized; the will that which stated Marissa is entitled to all the beach front property located in Rodanthe, North Carolina as soon as she turned twenty five years of age.
She glanced around the beautiful house, more like a mansion, she said in her head as she looked down at the papers retaining all the facts about the house, there were six bedrooms, five bathrooms, private pool with Jacuzzi, private walkway to a secluded beach and large window the size of the wall overlooking the beach right in the kitchen. Of course the place needed work, of course, she said sarcastically to herself, she was brand new to the area and had no idea who to call. Considering the house hadn't been inhabited for at least fifteen years, it needed a great amount of work done.
New pipes for all the bathrooms, painting of all the walls in the entire house, painting of the exterior walls of the house, the roof needed patching up, the back staircase and porch had serious termite damage…blah blah blah! Marissa threw the paper to the floor without finishing the ongoing list of problems and looked around at the house; it was gorgeous, very dusty with a lot of cobwebs, but still gorgeous.
As soon as she had turned twenty five she received the news from her families lawyer that she would be receiving the property but her response was quite diverse from what other's would be. She despised the idea, why would she, Marissa Cooper, notorious party girl and well known event planner of the Boston Chamber of Commerce want an old and worn out house in North Carolina? North Carolina of all places, why couldn't the property have been in the Hamptons? But no, it had to be a place that was of absolute no interest to her whatsoever.
But as soon as she saw the house, all the negative contemplations fled her mind and she was replaced with angst to get started and to fix up the house. It would be perfect for her just to settle, something she had secretly hoped she'd never want to do, but found that the concept seemed ideal to her newly adjusted state of mind. She'd never needed to work anyways, with her family's wealth and popularity she would never have to lift a finger, but found it boring to sit home every day, but her family's reputation was definitely the key to her instant job in the Chamber of Commerce. She of course never spoke to her family now; if they could be called a family…it was more of a link of cell phones that went either to a secretary or to an answering machine.
She had already planned out her entire idea; she would sell her million dollar Beacon Hill home and move to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, a place that seemed to be perfect at that moment in her life that had just started to wine down. She opened the zipper on her new Chanel messenger bag and pulled out her cell phone, found the number she was searching for and hit send as she placed the phone next to her ear. "Hello, James Cooper's office, how may I help you?" a woman answered the phone. "Hello Susie, this is Marissa" Marissa said into the phone with a small smile. "Oh hello Marissa, how are you sweetie?" Susie answered her. The situation was ironic to Marissa that she had a better relationship with her fathers secretary than she had with her father, his secretary knew more about his daughter than he ever would because he never gave her the one thing she secretly craved and would have devoured if she had only gotten the opportunity: time.
"I'm great, how are you?" Marissa asked nicely, Susie lightly laughed, "well your father has had such a hectic day so I'm a little stressed" Susie said. Marissa just quietly sighed, not knowing what to say about her father, a man she didn't recall from her childhood. "Well I was just entitled to the Outer Banks home and I need to get someone in my father's office to call the city hall or something like that so they can work on the house" Marissa said. "Wow, the Outer Banks estate is beautiful…ummm who could we call…well I'll definitely do that sweetie and I'll give them your number so they can reach you. I promise you'll be called by them in the next few days" Susie said. "That's great, thanks Susie" Marissa said as she exchanged their goodbyes and hung up their phones.
Marissa stared throughout the home and smiled simply, this had been what she was looking for. She needed this more than anything and maybe other things would come out of this? A job, romance, friends…it was bound to happen and maybe this place could be perfect for her. She brought the Starbucks iced macchiato to her lips and felt things were starting to come together…