Scandelous Lives of the Elite

Chapter 1

"Please, don't tell me you are actually going to buy that horrid pleaded dress?" Ariana Cavendish questioned her friend, Kennedy Rockfeller.

"Well...." Kennedy began, but was cut off by Arianna making repellent noises and sticking her tongue out in disgust. After the hundredth time, Kennedy could no longer stand Ariana's obnoxious remarks to her fashion taste. "Ari! I need something for the ball."

"Yeah, a date," Ariana replied as she began to rummage through her latest Dior bag, pulling out her handy phone. "This is who you need as a date. Do you see this?" She stuffed her phone with a picture of a dirty blonde boy in his late teens into Kennedy's face.

"Will Tilington? You want me to go with, Will Tilington?"

"No, not just any Will Tilington. It's the Will Tilington that goes to Jeningstons." Ariana stated emphasizing the 'the.' She had done enough research of all the West and Upper East Side New York hotties to know that he was the perfect candidate. Rich, Sophisticated, and knows how to party. Bingo!

"Okay, well the ball isn't even till December. I've got a lot of time," Kennedy stated brushing Arianna's plan away. She tucked her long wavy brown hair behind her ear and began to re-search the dress rack.

"Yet you are looking for a dress?" Ari rolled her eyes away, of course she avoided the idea of a date other than her dream boy. What was his name again? U-G-L-Y? Yeah, that sounds about right. The fact that she would go for a Mr. Nobody in a world full of Mr. Perfect Billionaire's repelled Ariana. "Why don't we leave where-ever-the-hell-we-are and go to Barney's? To get a good look at what fashion actually is."

Ariana tossed the pleaded dress on the rack and made her way out. "Remind me again why Louis is with you?" Kennedy groaned, as she strutted behind Ariana in her black flats.

"Because we were meant to be." Ariana responded as a matter of fact. They were the it couple. Everyone drooled over them, or so Ariana liked to think. "I am future Mrs. Archibeque."

"And yet your nights are so... quiet..."

"I have my fair share of parties," Ariana responded, although she knew that's not what Kennedy meant. She flicked her hair, dark brown medium length and straight with a slight twist, it was held in place with a nice big head band-a staple piece of Ariana. She didn't want to say it but tonight was going to be a big night for her and Louis.

They walked in silence for the next few minutes. Pondering about one another's thoughts and actions. Especially over Susan Harrington's, formally known as van der Meulen, big party tonight at their NYC penthouse. Their daughter, Cathryn, has been Ari's best friend since little. Not that Kennedy wasn't a good friend of Ariana, but C and A were sister's minus the blood relation. They'd been through it all a from divorces to boyfriends. The only thing missing was a call from her. Ariana often wondered what Kate was up to these past couple months she'd been ignored head to toe without explanation. She even attempted asking Susan about her daughter, but she said she was traveling the world in Paris, Rome, and even California. God knows what messes she's been getting into. No one knows this, but Ariana could sense that their relationship was going down hill. She wasn't even sure if Kate wanted to be her friend anymore. It's as if she finally decided to take the thrown as queen of the elite. Because let's face it, Kate was a head turner. By the snap of her fingers she could get it all. She was tall, slim, and gorgeous. Ariana was just too average, but knew how to take her average self with the help of high couture and make something more out of it. That's why she was the queen, that is, as long as C maintained her place.

"Do you know if Kate will be there?" Kennedy asked Ariana ending the silent walk they had been having until recently.

"Where?" Ariana asked, pretending that she had not been thinking the exact same thing.

"To the party of course!"

"Oh, yeah, she told me she'd make it," Ariana lied, "you know, I'm not really feeling Barny's right now. I think I'll just go home."

"Okay," Kennedy said, grateful that she wouldn't have to endure another hour of shopping with Ari. "See you tonight."

Ariana made her familiar path through Central Park on the way to the Archibeque's. She needed some cheering up and Louis would do just the thing. She couldn't stand maintaing a fake friendship with someone she used to consider her sister. Why had she been so bluntly ignored? She called her multiple times and sent a gazillion texts. Where did she go wrong?

Her phone gave a light buzz, hidden in the bundle of her leather bag. Ariana rummaged through to see who was calling her. Once she finally got her phone out of the purse she realized the once familiar tune sung away. Her heart skipped a beat at the realization, but she wouldn't get her hopes up. Maybe leaving a hundred messages did the trick? She thought to her self. She responded to the call with a hello. Her once confident voice had diminished. "Hello?" She called again, but still no answer. She listened carefully to make sure the other line hadn't cut off, but then she heard it.

A moan from the other end. Another, and another. The sound of pleasure. She had not called Ari. She had sex called Ari. The only thing that held in the Ari's disgust was the fact that her number was still on C's speed dial. The lack of sex calls from her made her think that she was no longer her go to person because, in the world of elite, being called a parent is just a title not a duty.

C's bad habits were still there. She hadn't changed, had she? She was still one for drugs, sex, and parties- more than the rest of the elite. She was about to hang up when she heard someone whisper "I love you" a low voice, a familiar one, one that did not belong to Kate. On the other end was another moan and a happy cry.

Fury built up in Ariana. No. But it couldn't be. She had purely imagined it. C may have called her, but she was not in New York. She was still in Rome maybe Paris anywhere but in the city. She would merely fly herself in for the party, right? Ariana began to make up every excuse not to believe what her ears had told her. Her pace quickened as she made her way to Louis's.

Minutes later Ariana found her self in front of the Archibeque's complex. Inside the elevator she pondered over what to expect. The walk had slightly calmed her emotions, but she was still mad. Finally, the elevator doors opened up to the highest level of the building, the penthouse.

"Hello?" Ari called out, showing her proper manners. She scanned the entrance room. Elegant with orchids on the entrance table suited in front of the window which held a nice view of Central Park. The room outlined in gold maintained a light bliss feel to the cream colored room.

"Oh, hello, Ariana." Bellowed Elliot, Louis older brother. He walked in top less. He's known for his lack of sophistication, but no one cares because he's literally perfect. The rich shake it off as a way to portray his beauty. No normal girl in their right mind would miss out on a chance to be with him, but then again Ariana is not normal. She's above it.

Another side of Elliot's story is that he's a model. Mr. Archibeque found that Elliot wouldn't be as well suited for the company's next CEO as Louis so when given the opportunity to model for big companies he jumped right to it. Elliot didn't object, since now has so many flings with models. "What are you doing here?" He asked, making his way toward Ariana. His voice held a low husky tone to it. He smelled of alcohol, most likely vodka.

"Is Louis here?" Ariana snapped. As she made her way towards the spiral stairs just down the hallway.

"Woah, woah, woah," Elliot went in front of Ariana waving his hands making her stop. She stared at him ready to smart her way around him; however, he merely stated that Louis wasn't home.

"What do you mean he isn't here? I saw his coat!" Ariana motioned to the entrance door in which Louis navy blue parka rested. She had given it to him as a gift last winter. he said he would wear it during the cold months to keep their warm love from leaving him. It was cheesy, but he kept his promise and never went with out the coat during the cooler days.

"And?" Elliot stated as if that meant nothing, "he's got like fifty." Ariana pushed her way past Elliot. He couldn't stop her from seeing her boyfriend.

However, something caught her eye. Movement. Slowly in the distance a tall, long legged blonde wearing an oversize blue striped male dress shirt made her way down the stairs. Ariana stopped in her path. Her breath taken away mouth hung open.

"A?" The voice said nervously.

So it was true Ariana thought. She was back.