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...
Anastasia walks into the manor and goes upstairs to take a much-needed shower. She's halfway to her room when she hears Celine yell out her name. Her eyes widen and she's hauling ass inside, locking the door. Excuse her for being dramatic but she doesn't feel like talking right now. Maybe later.
Downstairs, Celine yells out Anastasia's name again and gets no type of confirmation that the girl is home. She walks in the kitchen and not even four seconds later Thomas walks in, black Tom Ford briefcase in hand. She walks back into the foyer to greet him. "Hi, honey."
"Hi, beautiful. Didn't expect you to be home this early."
Celine helps him out of his suit jacket and leans up for a kiss in which he happily obliges. "I had a meeting with Angela in Bel Air. We're planning the Hildebrand Foundation charity gala next month. Then after that, I drove to Newport Beach to have lunch with Claudia and Cristal. Oh, speaking of galas (more like dinner party), there's one happening tonight and we've been invited."
"Who's hosting it?"
"A family who just moved here from New York. Do you know who Tristan Prince is?"
Thomas stops loosening his tie to ponder upon that name. That name sounds familiar. "Yes, now that I think about it. I remember meeting him at the Forbes Businessmen of the Year banquet in New York. He's the CEO of Prince Enterprises. Maybe we should go. Is anybody else that we know attending this?"
"Our circle of friends. Stassi can be around Cameron and their friends. Lord knows what she would do if she were stuck being with Alicia all night."
Thomas chuckles at this. He knows that Anastasia would throw a fucking fit if that were to ever happen. He also knows that Alicia would try her hardest to make her sister miserable. We most definitely don't need that shit happening. A miserable Stassi leads to everyone getting cussed out. The younger girl has no type of filter when irritable.
"I guess we're going then. I need to tell Stassi. Her car is outside but I don't know if she's actually here or not."
The girl in question makes her way down the grand staircase, feeling fresh and clean from her shower. She reties her black silk short La Perla robe around her waist and treks towards her parents. "Hi mom, hi daddy. If you were looking for me, I was taking a shower." She kisses both of them on the cheek and goes into the kitchen. "Leslie?"
"Yes Miss Anastasia, what would you like?"
"Baked salmon with an apple, cranberry, and pecan salad on the side. Thank you. After the morning I've had, I'm famished." The heiress takes a seat at the table and pulls her phone out of her pocket, seeing a text from Michelle, who has finally gotten out of that bad traffic. Stassi lets her know that they'll pick back up tomorrow and to stop taking the damn freeway. Again I say, traffic in Los Angeles is fucking terrible. I would know- I was born and raised here. Anyway, Anastasia looks up to see Celine sitting across from her with that annoying ass inquisitive look on her face.
'No questions. Please, mother. No damn questions about today. I refuse to talk about it.'
Before Celine can open her mouth, in walks Alicia with a shitload of shopping bags. What the fuck did she buy, all of Rodeo Drive?
Thomas stares at his eldest daughter in bewilderment. When he gave the girls leeway to do what they wanted with their black cards, he didn't mean that they spend all of their money on designer clothes and such. (Anastasia doesn't do that, Thomas. Pay more attention, sir.) "Alicia, I hope you didn't buy everything in each store you went in."
Anastasia tunes them out in favor of the food that Leslie is placing on the table in front of her. "Leslie, this smells divine. Thank you." She can see out of her peripheral that Alicia is heading her way. "Alicia, touch me or my food, I will stab you in the hand with this damn fork. I'm not in the mood to deal with you or talk about my day." She more or less directs that last part to Celine.
"Girls. We, along with the other families we associate with, have been invited to a cocktail party tonight at the Beverly Wilshire. Yes, we're aware that today is Monday, but we're all going." Thomas says that last part firmly.
Stassi doesn't care as long as her man and friends are there. "What time does it start? I need to pick out a dress." She has a dress for almost every occasion. Can you blame her? She likes to be prepared.
Celine looks back towards the younger. "7:30. By the way, Stassi, tell me about your day. I really want to hear what you're up to."
"I could've sworn that I just said I don't want to talk about my day. It was terrible, therefore, I don't want to discuss it." Stassi really wishes Celine would learn how to take a fucking hint. Done with her food, she puts her phone back in her pockets and hands her empty plate off to Leslie. Without another word, she goes back upstairs.
TIME SKIP: 6:55 PM
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Everyone in the manor is getting ready for the gala. Alicia is driving her glam team insane with her incessant requests. The girl just can't decide what look (read: dress) she wants to wear. Anastasia on the other hand is all made up and dressed in a glittery gold dress. She just needs to decide which pair of heels to wear. "Giuseppe it is. I don't have any time to be wasting." She slips into the rhinestone Giuseppe Zanotti heels, stares at herself in the floor-length mirror (absolutely loving how she looks-stunning, that's how), runs a comb through her sleek and silky straight black hair, grabs her gold YSL clutch filled with important necessities, and descends down the marble staircase.
Then Alicia comes downstairs in this tight-ass gold gown. We're talking cinched in the middle, down to her thighs like a fucking corset. Can she even breathe in that thing? "So. Little annoying sister. How do I look?"
"First of all, you're the annoying one, not me. Second of all, you look like you're about to collapse at any given moment. Can you even breathe in that dress?"
No, no she can't.
The doorbell rings and Stassi, who just happens to be standing in the foyer near it, hauls it open. It's the Richmond family. Catalina bypasses Stassi to go upstairs to help Alicia pick out another gown. Hopefully, it'll be one she can walk and breathe in.
Next, in walks, Giselle and Allen. Both of them greet her with cheek kisses, you know the usual. Last but most certainly not least, in walks Cameron, who's wearing an all-black Tom Ford tuxedo with a pair of black glittery dress shoes.
"Stassi, baby, you look stunning. I'm keeping you near me all night." Cameron says wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close to his insanely broad frame. Everything about her is mesmerizing, her sun-kissed skin, her stunningly structured face, basically the way she carries herself anywhere she goes.
Stassi nods and smiles. "I'm so happy you're attending this. I'd kill someone if I were to be stuck with Alicia." (A/N: Told you.)
Thomas, Celine, and Alicia, right along with Catalina, FINALLY decide that they're ready so they take their sweet time coming down the stairs.
"How is that I'm always the first one ready to go and they're not when it's time for events?"
