The Luxe Life

The Luxe Life

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The world of gated communities remain a mystery to 99% percent of the population. The universe that inhabits posh high society parties, sprawling stone mansions laying atop manicured lawns, an entire waiting staff clambering to make sure you never have to lift a finger, and expensive, fashionable outfits custom made only for you. And no one gets to enjoy this lifestyle more than the teenage children born into these filthy stinking rich families. We have access to more money and booze than we could possibly know what to do with, we go to fancy private schools, and our parents are almost never home, so we could do whatever the hell we want without the risk of getting caught. Bet you wish you were me, that you could just snap your fingers and shrug on this glamorous life like a winter coat. Think again. Life at the top of the social pyramid might look ideal, but the higher you are, the farther you can fall.
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Maddy, Cat, Isabelle and Lucy. Our lives are a whirlwind of parties, sex, drinking and drugs, all wrapped up in a billion-dollar bow. We're the it girls of New York, and it's not as glamorous as you think. People say more money, more problems, but for me, it's more money and one problem. One that I can't escape. *** I thought it was a cruel prank someone had played on me, but after going so long without one, I thought I had moved past it. I had done the work with my therapist, working through the constant anxiety, stress and paranoia I experienced after just two incidents. I thought I had managed it, that I had overcome it. But here I was. Kneeling on the floor, unable to move while my blood stained our new carpet. Right back at square one.

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