These west coast socialites are dangerously good looking and charming with bank accounts bigger than your parents' savings, successful careers, and smiles as sickly sweet as sugar. They are unbelievably perfect.
Then again, looks are deceiving and...
For the truly wealthy, surrounding yourself with the people of your echelon is habitual. It also means certain etiquette is expected on Sunday mornings.
Regardless of whether you were up all night clubbing in Hollywood or exhausted from jet lag after a trip to Europe... if you're in town, you show up to the gatherings, where the most elite families meet to socialize, pretend to eat the food, and most importantly, gossip.
Missing out on any social event is missing out. Not only on valuable information like which new stocks to invest in or new trends before they were trends, but you also miss out on the latest gossip, spectacles, drama, and scandals.
And sometimes, if you don't attend, you are the scandal.
There's one event you must definitely attend. What is it, exactly? Brunch.
Brunch is hosted weekly at the Brentwood Country Club, where there stands a nine-year waiting list for membership, well, if you have the money that is. Only the most exclusive families are pre-invited, with approval required by an official membership board. The socialite mothers sit at the outer patio overlooking the spacious grounds and hills, sipping sangria, and chattering softly, as their husbands talk business over rounds of golf and the children partake in unruly salaciousness.
Anastasia Nicole Hildebrand is the uncontested queen of debauchery. She has a habit of manipulating people to get what she wants and hates it when you tell her 'no'. As the youngest daughter of Thomas Hildebrand, CEO of Hildebrand Enterprises (a global media conglomerate), and Celine Hildebrand, a well-known socialite and philanthropist, it's in her blood to have everything.
Back to the debauchery. She and her longtime boyfriend, Cameron Michael Richmond, tend to sneak off to private rooms to get swept up in each other.... if you know what I'm talking about. Y'all know. I don't have to explain it.
Like right now, Stassi as she's affectionately known, is traipsing inside the club in search for Cameron. The thought to ask her sister Alicia if she's seen him briefly crosses her mind. She disregards that thought immediately for the simple reason that Alicia is just too damn nosey.
She looks for him in the dining room. Nope. She looks for him by the pool. Nowhere to be found. She sends him a text. No answer.
Her efforts in continuing to look for her boyfriend come to an annoying halt by the one person she was trying to avoid. Alicia.
"Anastasia. What on earth are you doing? Go change your outfit. Brunch is going to start soon." Alicia drones on and on about how she won't have her little sister ruining anything today and how Stassi needs to behave.
The younger heiress resists the incredibly strong urge to roll her eyes and instead rubs a freshly manicured hand through her curly midnight tresses. There are only certain days where she can deal with her sister's bullshit. Today is not one of those days.
There are some improper things that Alicia does. The elder's not aware of the fact that she knows about it. Anastasia is waiting for the right time to use that information against her.
"I don't need to change my outfit, Alicia. There is absolutely nothing wrong with what I have on."
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(ANASTASIA'S BRUNCH OUTFIT)
"And to answer your earlier question, I am looking for someone." Out of her peripheral, she can see Celine and Thomas walk through the foyer, sauntering down the hall to the dining hall. As well as one of her best friends, Mercedes Herrera, the alluring Brazilian. "Mercedes, have you seen Cameron?"
"Yes. He and Jesse are on their way in. Cam was getting what looked like another behavior related lecture from Catalina." The aforementioned girl is Cameron's older sister.
This time Anastasia does roll her eyes. Alicia and Catalina, best friends and both demanding as fuck. They thrive on being annoying and finding any possible way to get their siblings in trouble (they usually fail at this part).
"Catalina!" Alicia yells out loud. Girl, please shut up.
At the call of his sister's name, the one that is Cameron rolls his eyes and walks further down the hallway. His mood brightens up the moment he catches Anastasia's eye. 'Goddamn she's gorgeous', he thinks to himself. He could feel his dick twitch at the sight in front of him.
Anastasia grins brightly as Cameron makes his way towards her.
"I told you this earlier when we arrived but you're stunning." He says winding his arms around her petite waist.
Anastasia wraps her hand around Cameron's tie pulling him down into a searing kiss. These two are in love. Five years together and the honeymoon period has not ended. With the way they look at one another, it's not going to. "You're so hot. You look so dashing in this suit."
He smiles and goes to kiss her again but a loud voice interrupts him. It's Catalina telling them to stop being disgusting and go inside the dining room.
Anastasia pulls both Cameron and Mercedes to their table near the windows, next to their parents yet far away from their siblings. Jesse Crawford looks up from his phone and nudges his girlfriend, Olivia Lancaster, who smiles at how stunning her friends are.
"Hello beautiful people." Meet Vincent Hamilton, or Vince as he'd rather be called, the heir of a technological empire and notorious party prince. He's known for his lavish lifestyle choices and over the top parties. He happens to be another person who hates the word 'no' but his hatred goes up to a million.
"Hey Vince." Mercedes says, taking a seat next to Jasper van Allen, their illustrious Greek artist and her boyfriend. "Trying to find a new girl to fuck and duck?"
Vince just regards her with a knowing smirk. Honestly, this is why he doesn't need a girlfriend. He's slept with almost every girl in Los Angeles, okay well, the girls that look his way. We'll put it like that.
Olivia brings up the party they went to last night and all of Vince's escapades come to light. He had been sitting in their V.I.P section downing a bottle of Moët when a redhead came up to him, wearing some pink monstrosity that apparently was supposed to be sexy. He wasn't particularly impressed by it but she was curvy all over so he overlooked the fashion faux pas, more concerned with what was underneath. Y'all know what happened there. Moving on.
Anastasia is giggling as Cameron whispers in her ear, but her giggles come to a screeching halt as she looks up at the doorway to see Derrick Rutherford, her asshole ex-boyfriend from high school. They broke up two years before she started dating Cameron.
He cheated on her and then tried to justify his cheating. Apparently, he wanted something new. So at her house party, he openly flirted with a girl who wore a very short dress and took her upstairs. He slept with that girl in one of the guest rooms. Anastasia, who had been looking for him, found them mid-fuck and cussed him out him in four different languages. It was a messy situation that she never wants to rehash.
So to see him here at the country club with the same damn girl he cheated on her with is fucking mind blowing. But Cameron, the absolute love of her life, is seated next to her and she smiles at their intertwined hands. He's treated her like a queen the minute they first met.
Cameron knows about her past relationship (he regularly vows that if he sees her ex, he'll beat the shit out of him for hurting her) and he makes it his main priority to protect and love her. He hasn't failed yet and never will.
So above that bastard showing up, Stassi has the best boyfriend and the best group of friends ever, even if they are insanely fucking chaotic at times. She's happy with her life.
