Hiiiii beautiful readers!!! I hope you enjoyed the previous chapter because I really liked it. I have so many scandals waiting for you to read about, so just sit back and relax as every secret spills out.
-xoxo, Queen of the Upper East Side
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"Celeste, will you please fetch my shoes." Niall James Anthony beamed at himself in the vanity mirror. How long had it been since something this exciting had happened to the Anthony's? Couple 3 years? Niall, unlike his obnoxiously self-centered sister, was bursting with excitement. He had often wondered what life would be like with a sister who wasn't so... awful.
"Here you, Mr. Anthony," Celeste shuffled into the room, setting a pair of black Gucci Cuir Lace-Ups at the foot of his bed and hurrying out. Celeste was a tiny, raisin of a woman. She had long, dark hair that she always kept up high in a flawless bun, as she was instructed. She claimed to have Persian ancestry, but that was as deep as she ever got into her history.
"Niall, sweetie." Deborah Anthony admonished her son's appearance up and down. "Where's the outfit I laid out for you?"
"I had Celeste put it back."
"Why!" Deborah exclaimed. "I picked that particular outfit out for a reason. This is Blair's first time meeting the family and we must give off the right impression."
"Mom, she's from New Jersey, not the Hamptons."
"Regardless, I want her to think highly of us," Deborah affirmed. "After all, she will be joining this family and we need to prepare her for the life she will have here."
"Mom, it's already enough that you try to control me and Val's life," Niall complained. "Don't try to control hers to. You're not her mother..."
"Well, the adoption papers say otherwise." Deborah turned on her heel and bustled out of the room, stopping in the doorway and adding, "Put on what I had originally laid out for you and get downstairs. You're new sister has just arrived and I expect you to be on your best behavior."
"Yes, mother," Niall said with a sigh.
"Where is Valerie?" Deborah rhetorically exclaimed from the hallway.
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"Ms. Anthony, we've arrived."
Blair Anthony peered up at the massive skyscraper rising above her in awe. The surrounding buildings reached just below The Carlton House's peek, which scraped the heavens. The sight of the monumental building made Blair feel small and insignificant, a feeling that had first arrived after she had boarded her plane from Atlantic City in first class and had sat next to a snobbish girl whose Versace heels out shown Blair's vintage Dr. Martins.
As the limo drew to a stop at the front doors of the Carlton House, Blair slowly opened her door , stepped out, and stretched her legs out. She had been sitting for around 5 hours and could really use a walk. She dared not venture out into the tremendous city alone, though.
"This is unreal," Blair muttered to herself, doing a slow spin around to witness the full complexity of her surroundings.
There was a loud grunt as Blair connected with another body from behind.
"Ugh, watch where you're going!" a soft voice yelled impatiently.
"I'm so sorry," Blair exclaimed with pleading eyes. Blair's mouth dropped as she took in the magnificence of the woman standing before her.
The woman had long, wavy blonde hair that cascaded down her alabaster face and stopped just under the curve of her breasts. She wore an expensive all white ensemble with a pair of shining beige wedges to match? Her green-brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight with anger and annoyance.
"Watch where you're going, freak!" the blonde beauty shrieked.
"I said I was sorry." A hint of annoyance crept into Blair's voice. Snobby rich people pissed her off with a fiery passion. Luckily, the richest man in her small town, Stone Harbor, was the Wilkinson's, and they owned an Italian restaurant.
"If you're looking for your fellow Goths and gangsters, they're across the bridge, in Brooklyn," the blonde beauty fired. "That's usually where your kind is."
"And if you're looking for your fellow spoiled princesses and stuck-up assholes you should try rehab," Blair retorted. "That's usually where your kind is."
"As fun as this little dispute might be to carry on," the woman smiled spuriously, "I have better things to attend to than to argue with the lesser." The gorgeous woman strutted down the sidewalk, her heels clicking loudly against the cement as her pace hastened.
"Great start to your first day in the world of overpriced couture and bratty teenage girls." Blair stalked inside.
Why don't you give yourself around of applause Blair? First day on the Upper East Side and you've already managed to go toe to toe with one of Manhattan's Elite? Bronze I'd give you that, but brains definitely isn't one of your attributes.
"NIALL! VALERIE!" Deborah shouted excitedly up the spiral staircase. "Come downstairs. She's on her way up."
Valerie stomped down the marvelous staircase with her arms crossed. "I still don't believe that another soul living under our roof is something we should be happy about."
"Feel free to debate that with a smile on your face," Gregory Anthony joked, appearing from his study. Gregory used his fingers to emphasize the smile on his face, gesturing for Valerie to do the same. Valerie forced a smile on her face a clacked into the living room.
"NIALL!" Deborah called one last time.
Niall bounded down the, taking them two at a time. Despite his sister's constant complaints and unsettledness, Niall could not wait to meet his new sister.
"Niall, what on Earth are you wearing?!" Deborah cried. "Didn't I tell you to wear the outfit I laid out for you?"
"Mom, I'm meeting my sister-."
"STEP-SISTER!" Valerie called from the other room.
"I'm meeting my SISTER." Niall emphasized the word "sister" in order to make certain the Valerie heard it clearly. "Not one of Dad's investors."
"Niall James A-."
"Relax, Deb," Greg reassured his wife. "It's no big deal. He still looks decent."
"He looks like a street kid," Deborah pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "I don't have time for this. She'll be here-"
Cutting of Deborah's sentence was the sound of the elevator dinging, signaling that someone had arrived in the elevator.
"Smiles on!" Gregory muttered one more time.
Valerie strode past him, mumbling under her breath a fit of foul words.
The elevator doors opened, and out walked their new addition.
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A Couple of Forevers
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