Wealth, status, and beauty define the elite of Kensington Prep. Every one of them possesses the ability to get away with anything and everything they want, unscathed and remain as privileged and superior as ever.
But Amory Scout decides that tim...
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The air smells like snow falling, the wood-burning and assando cakes. From the roof terrace of the Mandarin, the Central Park looks like an enchanted kingdom of silver and Park Avenue is a parade of lights. And yet it is all shattered when I push my phone towards Parker the following Sunday afternoon.
"Holy fucking shit," Parker crows as I reveal to her the footage. We are having afternoon tea at the Mandarin. It's the Sunday right after Hanif's party and I emerged from Orson's arms yesterday, feeling flushed and satisfied with what I've achieved.
And not to mention, the AV club got it all on film as well.
Two steaming pots of tea arrive, along with a tall silver stand overflowing with daintily cut triangles of sandwiches, scones, and a decadent array of sweet confections. As Parker begins piling glistening pastries and fluffy warm scones onto my plate, I retrieve my phone back and toss it into limited-edition bejewelled Prada nylon bag.
"Phase two is officially completed."
Parker claps delicately and throws her hair back as she laughs. "You've officially outdone yourself, Scout. How did you get Orson to do it?"
I give her a look. "It's Orson."
"Okay, true. So now what do we do with it?" She leans eagerly.
"Patience, young one," I warn her, "We need to strike when the time's right. And I just got the idea."
Parker rests her chin on her hand as wicked smiles play with her lips. "Oh, do tell."
"Well, lucky for you, as Georgina's BFF-" Parker snickers, "-I know that Georgina's birthday is actually coming up next week. It's her eighteenth, big deal and all that. Major party, everyone who's anyone will be there."
"Oh, I see where this is going."
"You know Parker, I think me and Orson made a really beautiful movie right here. I wonder how Georgina would feel about her boyfriend cheating on her being played on the big screen on her eighteenth birthday in front of a live audience."
Parker cracks up in her hand. "Oh, I don't think she'd be too thrilled about it."
I clasp my hands together and sip into my warm tea. I know what you are all thinking- poor Georgina. What has she ever done to deserve this?
And honestly, after Bailey and Melissa, I've come to make my peace that there will always be collateral damage. Georgina has unwittingly ruined the progress I've made with Orson. I could spend all my time trying to feel guilty about wrecking her birthday but it doesn't change the fact that I've come too far to let her ruin my plan.
Atticus is dead. My parents are dead.
I didn't come this far to feel sorry for some heiress who gets everything and anything she wants with a click of her fingers.
