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...
NOW THAT THE WORLD KNOWS ABOUT Anastasia's occupation, her email inbox is full and her phone hasn't stopped ringing. She smiles and grabs her Chanel purse- inserting her phone, keys, extra makeup, and wallet inside of it. After the success of the press conference and the launch party for her personal collection Anastasia, she's given her entire team the weekend off to relax and revel in the skyrocketing sales of the new products.
(HER OUTFIT)
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To celebrate, she and Cameron are going to lunch with Mercedes and Jasper. Jesse and Olivia are in Miami for a media conference, Vincent has to oversee some things pertaining to his new club in Hollywood that's nearing its grand opening and Vanessa has fittings and photoshoots today. So it's only going to be the four of them.
Grabbing her purse and leaving her room (she went back to the manor to get ready), she walks down the hallway and stops in her tracks when she hears the phrase 'steal Serene Beauty from Anastasia' come out of Celine's mouth from inside her parlor. She has a feeling said woman or Alicia has plans to send a cease and desist letter to the company. She'll be damned if she lets that shit happen. Like she told them at the launch party, Serene Beauty has nothing to do with her family and she has plans to make them see that.
As if she's being heard, Celine opens the parlor door and gasps, noticing Anastasia with a droll stare on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. "Anastasia. My goodness. Umm... how much of that did you hear?"
"All of it." The CEO heiress says, irritation laced in her voice. "Serene Beauty is mine. I don't know why the hell you're trying to sabotage me. What's the reason, mother?" She nonchalantly glances at her freshly done ballerina-style manicure.
(A/N: when I say ballerina style, I'm referring to this)
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"Are you and Alicia trying to buy my company right out from under me because I hid it from you? That's fucking pathetic." Her saying this makes Celine scoff. Anastasia shakes her head and makes a mental note to call her lawyer. This shit is not happening. "Next thing you're probably going to say is that I should regret being so secretive. I don't."
She turns on her heel and carefully walks down the grand staircase with Celine on her heels, yelling for no damn reason. She honestly needs to shut the hell up. Ain't nobody tryna to hear all that shit. It's unnecessary.
Thomas is standing near the railing on the phone. Who's on the other end? His parents. He's also complaining about Anastasia hiding her business from them. That's the number one topic in this house as of now. Yes. She hid it. Get the fuck over it.
They've always told the girls to apply themselves. You already know that Alicia does nothing of the sort. But Anastasia does. She's put her all into something that matters to her and they can't stand it. Well, she's not going down without a fight.
She bypasses him and heads straight towards the front door. Her eyes widen at both sets of grandparents. She's not in the mood for interrogation nor does she get along with them. They all tend to favor Alicia more. So, in the politest manner she can muster up, she greets them and looks out to see Cameron leaning against a black Maserati MC20. He's wearing a cream button-up shirt with black jeans and black Chelsea boots, phone in hand. He must be checking emails.
"Hello, my love." Cameron smiles and helps her down the steps. He eyes her up and down and then pulls her into a kiss.
She giggles and rests her hands on his toned chest. That's giving her flashback to last night when she laid right underneath him as he did pushups and he'd kiss her every time he would go down. Long story short, they had sex right there on the floor.
"Hi, honey. I'm so ready to get the hell out of here. Celine, I'm not calling her mom at this moment, has teamed up with Alicia to shut Serene Beauty down. I'm being punished for hiding it."
Cameron chuckles and watches as she dramatically reiterates what happened earlier. God, he loves this woman so much. He has a plan to take his and her mind off the fuckery that is dealing with their stank-ass families. What is he planning? After lunch, he's going to be showing her their completely built and decorated dream house in Beverly Hills. He's been working on it for a year and it's finally finished.
"Anyway, I'm over the bullshit. I'm hungry. I want to sit out on the patio at a restaurant with my handsome and successful fiancé and our best friends, be the sophisticated yet chaotic entrepreneurs that we are." Anastasia says bringing him down for a kiss. "Order of surf and turf with a glass of Rosé or Sauvignon Blanc. Ugh, let's go."
Cameron opens her door, helping her into the car. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Thomas coming out of the manor, but the couple isn't paying his ass any attention. He shrugs and gets in the car himself, turning the engine on. "And we're off to Whiskey Reds." With that, he's out, driving all the way to Marina Del Rey.
