CREME DE LA CREME

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: yet another sunday brunch

ANASTASIA'S OUTFIT

Anastasia takes a sip of her mimosa as the women around her try to find out details about her and Cameron's upcoming wedding. She's not giving anything away. Moreover, she can hear the snarky undertones as more women talk about Serene Beauty. She's pretending not to listen to them mention how she probably used Thomas's money to start it up. The mogul doesn't bother correcting their claims- hell, she's already told the world that she used her resources to get the company to where it is now. There's not much else to say.

Cameron walks towards his fiancée with a scowl on his face. He, too, has come across the women at this brunch saying some idiotic shit towards Anastasia. Clearly, these bitches didn't watch the press conference. I mean they should've at least caught a clip on the news. It was everywhere. Goes to say that people need to pay attention to shit before talking out of the side of their necks (think and comprehend, learn details before opening your mouth).

"Hi, my love."

Stassi smiles at him. Right now, Cameron (aside from Mercedes and Olivia) is the main reason why she hasn't gone off on these bitches yet. "Hi, honey. These women are something else, I swear. Six of them have had my name in their mouth, talking shit. Haven't we already established that I'm not a money-spending, party-going socialite anymore?"

"You still do things that you've always done, just not as frequently. You've toned it down. As the world knows, you are a respected businesswoman. These women don't know a damn thing. Hell, some of them don't know that the men they call their 'loving husbands' are sleeping with other women behind their backs." He says firmly, hoping she understands that she's better than them. They are the creme de la creme, you know?

Anastasia, to Cameron, is dangerous- dangerously alluring, intelligent, savvy and everything he's ever wanted in a woman. He'd kill for her. Cameron, to Stassi, is dangerous- dangerously sexy, attentive, smooth, charming, and everything a boyfriend should be. God, she can't wait to marry him.

"Anyway, they are irrelevant. I had Brielle and Elizabeth research bakeries. They found one that specializes in wedding cakes." Cameron has done a lot for this wedding- he found a venue, had invitations printed up (they just need to send them out), even set up suit appointments for him and his groomsmen.

Stassi pulls him closer to her lithe frame. "Look at you, putting in work. What's the bakery called?"

"Sugar Studio. In Studio City. I spoke to the head baker and set up an appointment with her on Thursday for a tasting." He leads her to the bar, ordering two more mimosas. "Do you have anything planned at 12:30 that afternoon?"

Stassi furrows her brow, pulling her phone out of her Saint Laurent clutch so she can check her schedule. "Okay, I have a conference call but that's at 10:45. After that, I am free." It suddenly dawns on her that she and the girls have fittings for their gowns on Wednesday afternoon.

WEDDING THEME: Fairytale
WEDDING VENUE: Vibiana Los Angeles

Do y'all remember when I told you that Stassi and Cameron bought their dream home? Yeah, they're all moved in! This might be too much information but this is my story and I'm going to tell y'all anyway, they've christened nearly every room in the house- the favorite place being the bedroom- the king-sized bed, the jacuzzi tub- well shit, y'all get my point. Moving on.

When they get to the table, Mercedes is animatedly talking about wedding locations. A chuckling Jasper tells her to slow down and take a breather. She leans into the hand caressing her cheek.

The serene vibe at the table gets interrupted by Alicia, Catalina, and worst of fucking all Derrick walking towards them. Anastasia rolls her eyes and snags her mimosa from its spot on the table.

"Great. The vibe is now fucked up. If they try to lure him back into my lane and ruin my happiness, I'm leaving. I'm not having it."

Vince plops down with a glass of straight champagne- part of him wishes that was whiskey but that'll do. He can drink all the whiskey he wants this weekend during the grand opening of Encore- his new nightclub. Golden, his mother if y'all remember, looked at him like he was insane when he told her and his dad, Michael that he was building a club. She forbade him from doing it, saying it would tarnish the family name. Seeing as his name is attached to it, he ignored everything she had to say.

"Hi, little one." Ugh. Alicia, go the fuck away already. No one wants to talk to you. "I believe you know Derrick. You remember him, don't you? Your ex who you stupidly broke up with." Everyone can see what she's trying to do and that's to rile Anastasia up. Sadly, her plan isn't going to work.

Stassi gets up, clutch in hand, and walks right up to the annoying trio. "Derrick, I don't know what bullshit lie my sister told you, but I don't want you anywhere near me. I'm sick of you popping up everywhere I am. I'm happily taken. Engaged," She grabs Cameron's hand. "To this amazing man right here. What you and I had is long over. We, meaning you and I, will never happen again." She has the exciting urge to see if City Hall is open today. Probably not but there's nothing wrong with checking.

"From what I heard, you have a girlfriend. You lost the privilege to have further conversations with Stassi the minute you stuck your dick in someone else. Stay away from her. I will fuck you up." Cameron snarls lowly. "Catalina, do me a favor. I need you and Alicia, along with both sets of parents to stay out of our business. It's incredibly irritating that y'all watch our every move but can't stay in your own damn lanes. I speak for myself and Stassi when I say that y'all need to leave us the FUCK alone."

This is the exact reason why she moved out of the manor.

"Cam, let's go. Brunch is almost over anyway."

"We will see y'all later. Fellas, tuxedo appointments. I will be reminding you about it."

Stassi looks at the girls and simply points at her phone. They automatically know what this means- expect a text about dress appointments.

Across the room, Tristan and Sloane are being held hostage (not really. continue reading) in a corner. They were trying to leave when they got stopped by Celine, Thomas, Giselle, and Allen. These people are relentless, my god.

They really know how to ruin moods.

"Tristan and Sloane look like they could use some help. Might want to step in and pull them away." Mercedes says, gesturing behind them.

Without a word, Stassi and Cam do just that. "If there's ever a time that you don't want to be near our parents, just stick with us."

Celine scoffs loudly. "This is ridiculous. We were just talking. Anastasia, stop inserting yourself into my business."

Celine, you're a fucking hypocrite.

Mercedes and Jasper are talking amongst themselves as they walk to his Bentley. Jesse kisses Olivia's cheek as they wait for one of the valets to bring his Aston Martin around. Vanessa is going home with Vince (not like that. if you're thinking dirty right now, you need to stop. get your mind out of the gutter). They get in his Ferrari and bolt out of the country club parking lot. Two more cars pull up at the valet station- a white Maserati (Tristan) and a black Bugatti La Voiture Noire (Cameron).

Not even two minutes later, the lot is clearing out. And they're gone.