The Beauties of Bellemont

She puts the fun in funeral.

Diana Sinclair placed her hand above her hip as she critically looked at her herself in the full length mirror, she spun around and faced her sister, Cynthia, who sat cross legged on Diana's bed.

"Is this outfit appropriate for a funeral?", she asked .

"Uhmm, yeah , it's very appropriate", Cynthia paused. " If you want to give Ian a boner", she added with a sneaky grin.

"Very funny but it's not that revealing", Diana stated as she quickly glanced at herself in the mirror again. She wore a black backless Maison Margiela ankle length dress that was so tight it accentuated every curve on her body. Even though she didn't expose any cleavage and the dress was quite long, it would surely turn some heads at the church.

"Not revealing but definitely not something Bree would wear" Cynthia said as she adjusted one of the purple satin pillows underneath her back.

"Yeah, well, the only thing Bree is wearing now is probably burnt to a ash right now", Diana chuckled.

"Diana!", Cynthia scolded as she threw her with the pillow but it missed her head and landed by her feet.

"What?", she answered as she stepped on the pillow with her black Louboutin block heels.

"There's something seriously wrong with you, aren't you even sad she's dead? Wasn't she like your best friend", Cynthia asked skeptically.

"Of course I'm sad, I just have a weird way of showing it", Diana retorted but if she was to be completely honest, she wasn't sad, she was actually relived that Bree was gone.

"Come on girls, we're going to be late", their mother shouted from downstairs.

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Margot Herring tucked a piece of her blond hair into her thick side braid, it had been the sixth time that she had redone her braid, third time she changed her outfit and she bit two of her nails right into it's core. If it wasn't obvious, she wasn't looking forward to the funeral, since she can remember she hated funeral. Well, that's actually a lie, since Chester's funeral that is.

Margot tried divert her attention from her hair and thoughts of Chester she started to fidget with the strap of her black halterneck jumpsuit. She bought the jumpsuit in a cozy little corner shop in Prague with Jordan.

Jordan.

She tightened the strap around her neck and now had to try and divert herself from thinking of him, Prague and what happened afterwards. She wondered where he was right now, what he was doing, was he also thinking of Prague at this moment?

"Beep, Beep" , the loud honk of a car sent a jolt through her spine and brought her thoughts back to reality. The twins, Nathan and Jake, were waiting in their iconic red Jeep to take her to the funeral.

She grabbed the tiny Versace clutch purse from the rod it was hanging on, as she peered around her room she had a feeling she forgot something.

" Belt", she mumbled to herself as rummaged through one of her drawers for her black and gold Gucci clasp belt. "Perfect"

Margot strutted out the house, she still had a feeling at the pit of her stomach she forgot something. As soon as she reached the Jeep she saw the look on confusion on Nathan's face, she was use to guys staring at her but this was a different look.

"Why do girls always need to take so damn long", Jake moaned as he got out to open the door for her.

"Uhmm, cool look, I dig it" Nathan grinned at Margot as he lit his blunt.

" What , I always look this hot", Margot stated as she was about to climb in the car

" True, but usually you're wearing shoes", Nathan replied taking a puff.

"Oh, fuck", Margot swore as she looked down and her plum colored toenails peered back at her.

That's what was missing.

"I'll be right back", with that she spun around and headed back inside.

" Did you have to fucking open you mouth, we're already 20 minutes late", Jake cussed as he punched Nate on his arm.

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Diana scowled, she hated that her parents forced her to come to the funeral because she would much rather sip cocktails at Bellmont country club.  Now she was seated in the musty smelling church with a bunch of people she disliked to mourn a girl that she hasn't seen in like almost three years. 

The pastor started the sermon but Diana wasn't really paying attention, she was more focused it plucking the split ends in her hair. 

Suddenly the echoing sound of six inch heels filled the entire church, someone was 20 minutes late. Diana didn't bother to turn around to see who it was.

" How rude", a lady mumbled behind Diana.
" the service is almost finished and now she arrives", her husband stated bitterly.

"Look who's here", her Cynthia whispered as he poked Diana in the ribs with her elbow.

"Ouch", Diana muttered and craned her neck to see what her sister was talking about.
Margot of course, unfashionably late as always, Diana thought to herself.

"Didn't she hate Bree though?", Cynthia asked.
"Yeah, she did but lets be honest, who didn't", Diana replied half annoyed.

Cynthia looked shocked and was about to ask another question but was interrupted when Margot sat down on the empty space next to Diana.
Then for the second time that day pastor's sermon was interrupted by a second late comer. Margot froze when she saw who it was.

"Who's that", Diana asked to no one in particular.

"Sasha", Margot replied matter of factly.
"Who?"
"The girl who told me to kill them"