Love is a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person.
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"Get out of my sight!" As she splashed hot soup on the waitress's white shirt, a woman in her sixties yelled. "You don't respect an elderly person." She continued, frowning.
Instead of looking in their direction, Claire Hutton stared down at her stained shirt, tears streaming down her face. When she finally got a job at the posh Hotel deLuxe, she was bullied by an older wealthy woman who wasn't happy with her order and told her she didn't have respect.
What had she done to earn such a fate? She pondered this question and excused herself to use the restroom. She found herself crying in front of the mirror, and a lady about her height with black hair handed her tissue paper to clean herself up. The lady straightened her hair and adjusted her makeup.
"You can cry all you want; this is a safe environment." The lady mumbled and then walked away.
Claire wiped the stain out of her blouse under the water, but it wouldn't come out. She walked into the restaurant after drying her clothing. She noticed a white pause on the ground in front of the exit door and chased down the owner, who was about to enter her black car.
Claire called after her as the woman turned to face Claire. She was the focus of the woman's attention. Claire's clothing had a stain on it, which she had noticed.
She was in her forties and was holding a black Louis Vuitton handbag and matching shoes. Her hair was parted to the side and her outfit was white. She wore a standard lipstick shade. She took off her sunglasses.
Claire Hutton had seen her before. The billionaire retired supermodel and well-known stay-at-home mother Loren Cohen stood in front of her.
Claire kept her excitement contained as she continued, "Your purse ma'am." She doesn't want Loren to know she was a weird number one fan.
Loren took it from Claire and smiled. She said, "Thank you...Claire Hutton."
Claire's expression showed her surprise. "How did you..."
"Your barge." She spoke up before Claire could complete her sentence. "Your name is prominently written on your barge."
Claire examined her barge as well as Loren's. "Mrs. Cohen, it was great to see you face to face. I am pleased to be your biggest supporter. Is it possible to get your autograph? Perhaps a picture?" Claire had asked.
Claire had admired Loren since she was a youngster, watching all of her fashion presentations on the runway and wishing to be like her when she grew up, but her fate altered when her brother had taken all of her father's money following his death. Her mother was sick and she had tried everything she could to get extra money so that she could send her sister to school.
Loren collected Claire's phone and took a picture with her. She removed money from her purse and handed it over to Claire. "I'll pay you for finding my handbag."
It was turned down by Claire. "I didn't hand up your purse to you because I was short on cash. I would have done that to anyone and not only rich people." Claire said this as she pushed Loren's hand back toward her.