(Just a quick note before the story begins: This kind of takes place in an alternate reality, so there's no Kanye, and no North West. Basically, Kim is single, but everything else is normal)
It was another normal day for Kim Kardashian. She was just finishing up some errands, and was on her way back to the mansion. Kim had recently gone through a rough breakup, and had gone on a bit of a shopping spree. And of course, an outing on the town of Los Angeles wouldn't be complete without the paparazzi breathing down her neck.
She was soon surrounded, and had nowhere to go except for what looked to be a small antiques store. Natasha's Antique Emporium, the sign read. Kim dashed inside, hoping that the paparazzi would not follow her.
Inside, she was met by an older woman, who was cleaning the store. "Hello, I am Natasha. Could I interest you in anything?" she asked, in a vaguely foreign accent. "Um, no, sorry. I'm just trying to get away from someone." Kim said, hoping to not reveal that she was famous. "Wait, aren't you Kim Kardashian? You have lots of money, yes?" Natasha asked.
"I...yes. Yes I do." Kim replied. Natasha's eyes lit up. "Well, could you please, please buy this necklace? It's been in my family for centuries, and I think that it needs to be passed on." she said, holding the necklace in question up.
It was a beautiful necklace, Kim had to admit. It was silver, albeit a bit worn down, and had green engravings running through it. "I'll take it! How much?" Kim asked. "For you, fifty dollars." Natasha replied, handing her the necklace. Kim shelled out the cash (not that she was anywhere near running out of it) and exited the store.
Kim then returned back to the mansion, extremely pleased with her purchase that was now hanging around her neck.