In 1988 when Dylan Montgomery moves to Beverly Hills after her mother remarries, she must navigate the challenges of fitting into a glamorous but daunting upper-class life. Living across from the charmingly cocky Nicholas and his introspective broth...
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UPPER CLASS | cherriasian
november '88
Dylan adjusted the warm dish in her hands, eyeing the bustling Chavez house as she and her friends lingered near the car. The sounds of music and laughter drifted out, and she could already feel the energy buzzing from inside.
"Are you sure you made enough?" Tiffany asked, peeking at the pan in Dylan's arms. "With all the people in there, that's gonna disappear in seconds."
"It's just pumpkin brownies," Dylan said, laughing a little. "I don't think they're expecting a five-course meal."
"Pumpkin brownies?" Marissa raised her eyebrows. "What happened to pumpkin pie?"
Katie rolled her eyes, giving Dylan a supportive nudge. "You're acting like she's reinvented the wheel. Besides, Marissa, didn't you bring some last-minute store-bought cookies?"
Marissa held up a plastic container. "Guilty as charged," she said with a grin. "At least they look homemade, which is all that matters, right?"
Dylan laughed. "Hey, I almost did the same thing. Honestly, if it weren't for my mom pushing me, I'd have showed up with chips and dip."
Tiffany and Marissa shared a look, "I've never had to bring food to a party before I didn't know what else to do," Tiffany muttered.
"Friendsgiving is not a party, Tiffany," Dylan informed, starting to rethink how many people were actually supposed to be inside now.
Katie shook her head huffing as she adjusted her scarf. "Girls, please. We're not aiming to win chef of the year. We're here to have fun, maybe snag some attention from the boys, and eat. Let's not overthink it."
"Speaking of which," Tiffany whispered, glancing at the house. "What's the deal with Heather?"
"Oh, don't remind me that she'll be here," Katie scoffed, a bit too casually. She tucked her hair behind her ear and shrugged. "Yeah... I mean, she's fine, I guess."
Marissa raised an eyebrow at Katie's suddenly innocent expression. "Fine? Please. You're practically counting the seconds till he ditches her."
Katie sighed, rolling her eyes. "I'm just saying—Thanksgiving should be with people you actually care about, you know?"
"Right," Tiffany teased, grinning. "And you're obviously just concerned about Carter's happiness."
Dylan shook her head with a laugh, feeling a bit lighter with her friends' familiar banter. "Okay, are we ready? Because I swear, I'm gonna explode if we keep standing here."
The girls glanced around, Katie's white convertible Cabriolet parked awfully behind them at the side of Dylan's house, "Katie do you wanna... fix your car?" Dylan asked.
