Luche

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The first week of school flew by quickly. Before we knew it, it was Friday and time for Abbi, me, and Kasey to have our first official sleepover as sophomores. As soon as school got out, we hopped in a cab and rode the 17 blocks to my high rise apartment in Manhattan.

The great thing about Loyola is the fact that we were only one block from the park. Most kids hang out there at lunch and after school. I love Manhattan because its always going and it never slows down.

By the time our cab deposited us in front of the building, me and the girls were already running past the concierge into the nearest elevator and headed up to the penthouse.

Amy couldn't come today cause she was at Oscar Blandi to get prepped for the Luche soirée.

As soon as we got upstairs, we were already scrambling out of our white Loyola polos and burgundy pencil skirts. How much we would enjoy plaid kilts instead of the pencil skirts that go right to our knees!

Abbi and Kasey had had their parents or butlers bring their bags over, so we all pulled on our typical Sleepover Friday attire; terry cloth shorts and active top for Kasey, jeans and a chiffon top for Abbi, and nike sweats and a tank for me. We called down to Harry, the butler for snacks.

My dad and Amy's dad started up a marketing firm when we were both 3 years old in Atlanta. When their business began to get really successful, we had to move to Manhattan to upsize. Both of our dads were practically millionaires by then. When we turned 7, Amy's dad was diagnosed with cancer that killed him after a year of therapy. My dad took over the business on his own, and we ended up having more money than we thought we would. So, now we live in a penthouse apartment, I go to a top Upper East Side private school, and my older sister, Hailey, goes to Columbia.

My parents, Adam and Jessica, were both away on business, (My mom was my dads personal manager) so I usually had the apartment to myself.

"So," I started to say after Harry brought us some food from Energy Kitchen. "I have NO clue what to wear tomorrow! Have you figured out what you will wear, Kasey?" Kasey had gotten her invitation a day later than me and she practically screamed when she opened it!

"I have no freaking clue! And Abbi, are you sure you're fine with not getting invited? We can try to get you and invitation next semester!" Kasey replied with concern for our friend.

"Of course I'm fine!" said Abbi. "I honestly don't even know what Luche is. And, I'm trying out for a big ballet next week so I wouldn't have time for it!"

"Okay!" Kasey started. "I have an amaze idea! We can all go shopping, and Abbi, you can be our stylist!"

"Sounds good," me and Abbi both agreed as me and Kasey changed into more suitable "shopping attire"

15 minutes later, we ran out of the building onto the now busier streets to hail a cab. Me and Kasey had changed into jeans and I was wearing my new and improved Vera Wang sweater and Tory Burch espadrilles. Kasey was wearing her Guess jacket and killer pumps that she got for free when she did a spread for them last June.

We all ducked into our cab while Abbi gave the driver our directions and then we were headed to our first stop. Barney's