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
may '89
Dylan stood in front of her bathroom mirror, reapplying her lipstick for the second time. It was subtle, classic, and felt completely right for the long black satin princess ballgown she'd picked out. She bought it on her own time, finding it much more easier to shop without the manner of her friends. They'd probably argue the dress was too classy—too fancy for the prom. But to Dylan it was her. White and black bows alternated at the neckline, the dress starting just off her shoulders exposing her collarbones.
The landline rang on her bedside table, jolting her out of her thoughts. She didn't have to guess who it was.
"Finally," Katie's voice came through before Dylan even said hello. "Tell me you're ready. Please tell me you don't look too good, I feel like my hairspray isn't holding right today."
Dylan sighed, curling the phone cord around her finger. "I'm getting there. Why do you care what I look like? Shouldn't you be worrying about Trevor?"
Katie groaned. "Don't even get me started. Trevor's idea of conversation is probably just tennis and protein shakes. And he's Christian's friend, so, obviously, he's as unbearable as you-know-who. At least you're stuck with the original version of annoying."
"You're being a little harsh," Dylan said, though she couldn't help but laugh, "Trevor is... okay. A little awkward but he's alright."
"Am I? He's literally so weird. I don't know how you've lasted this long around him and his friends. Is it the whole 'my dad's a big deal' thing? Or are you just counting down until summer so you can break up and pretend none of this happened?"
"Katie..." Dylan trailed off, unsure how to respond. It wasn't like she hadn't thought about it. In fact, it's crossed her mind a million times, but something was holding her back that she couldn't put her finger on. It was hard being with Christian, every time she thinks it's time to dump him he starts being the amazing boy he was when they first met.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Katie interrupted, her tone softening. "I'm being a pain. But honestly, if you're not into it, why even bother?"
Dylan glanced back at the mirror. "Because it's prom. It's supposed to be a big deal, and I already said yes. And you were the one rejecting all of the boys who asked you to prom, so it's not my fault you had no other choice for a date."
Katie sighed loudly. "Fine. But we're focusing on us tonight, okay? You and me. Not Trevor, not Christian, not anyone else. Just two gorgeous girls living their best lives. Deal?"
Dylan smiled faintly. "Deal."
Dylan arrived at Katie's an hour later, her makeup finally done and her hair falling in soft waves. Katie was already dressed in a bold magenta gown, standing in front of her mirror with a hairbrush in hand.
