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...
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A FULLY DRESSED ANASTASIA TREKS downstairs to the living room, black Christian Louboutin heels in hand (because we don't walk up or down a staircase in heels. we're not trying to bust our asses). Cameron looks up from his computer and smiles lovingly at his fiancée.
"Good morning, my love."
Anastasia smiles at him, happier than ever before. "Good morning honey." She leans down to kiss him sweetly. She grins into it, not wanting to leave but both of them have things to do today. "The way I want to just stay here and pick up where we left off last night."
"I know. Me too, but work calls." She watches as he stands up from the sofa and puts his Saint Laurent suit jacket on. "My meeting shouldn't last long so I will come to visit you and take you to lunch."
"Perfect." She grins brightly and steps into her heels. "You look immaculately sexy in this suit. I'm trying my best not to jump on you right now."
Cameron smirks and pulls her into a heated kiss.
A LITTLE WHILE LATER
Anastasia, to her absolute dismay, left her MacBook at the manor and now has to drive over there and grab it. She has half a mind to just leave the damn thing there but she has important files on there so yeah, she has to get it- and fast before Alicia or Celine attempt to sneak into her bedroom. She wants to talk to Cameron about finding or building their dream home. Trust and believe that it's time to get the hell away from their families. (What she isn't aware of is Cameron has already begun working on their forever home.)
She drives into the gate up the long driveway, parking right behind Thomas's black Rolls Royce Ghost, and hauls ass out of the Benz, into the manor. Stassi can hear Celine yelling her name but she's not trying to hear anything that woman has to say right now... or ever. Speaking of, she turns her engagement ring around so she can avoid any type of conversation.
"Anastasia, did you not hear me calling for you?"
Speak of the goddamn devil, here is the bane of her very existence, coming to annoy her once again, but she's not letting anything ruin her engagement bliss. The brief thought of her and Cameron giving exclusives to high-end magazine publications passes through her mind. "I heard you yelling. I can't deal with you right now." Once she locates her MacBook case, she's grabbing it and heading out the door.
Thomas is standing in the foyer on the phone trying to ignore Alicia who's asking for an even higher amount on her credit card. All she's going to do is spend every dollar on some shit she doesn't even need because that's what she does. Anastasia bypasses them and goes outside.
"Anastasia Nicole Hildebrand, you get back here this instant. We need to talk."
No, no they fuck they do not. She'd rather not be reminded of how fucking horrible yesterday was. So, before she says anything she'll regret, she's going to leave.
