Dylan moaned and checked her face in her compact mirror for the thirtieth time. Next to her, Alicia leaned back, framed Dylan's face with her fingers and scrunched her flawlessly plucked brows. Dylan turned to her urgently.

"Well?" She asked impatiently, tapping her black leather ankle boots impatiently.

"You look fine."

"Are you sure? I don't look like a chipmunk or anything, do I?"

"Yes." Alicia rolled her eyes slightly and then smiled slightly. Even though it annoyed her, she had kind of missed Dylan's so-totally-not-nervous-just-striving-to-look-as-good-as-she-could mode, which she went in to every time a big event was coming up.

Alicia's iPhone vibrated in her lap and she picked it up.

Massiekur: Only 4 more hours. Hope all you gurls are ready!

Alicia giggled and turned to Dylan.

"Can you believe Massie still hasn't changed her username?"

Dylan shrugged. "She loves her massacres." The two girls shared a knowing glance.

"Speaking of which, have you seen her recently?" Dylan turned, interested.

"Nope." Alicia slipped her phone into her lambskin Fendi baguette and quickly ran a tube of lipstick over her lips. "I heard Kuh-laire did a campaign for her a while back. She's doing well, apparently; I covered her line a few years back when I was with Vogue, but then..well…you know."

Dylan nodded and nudged Alicia affectionately. It had been big news a few years back, when Alicia had turned down an ah-mazing promotion and left the ranks of Vogue to work for ABC, in a position making only half as much. At the time, Dylan's mom had seriously questioned Alicia's decision, but Dylan knew it was the right choice; Alicia had been prepping for a job as a television reporter for all her life. Sure enough, Alicia had had one of the fastest climbs in history, making it to the nightly news in only three years. A Harvard degree, a pretty face and natural charisma had put Alicia on the map as a rising star to watch.

Dylan and Alicia were the only ones that kept in touch still; her mom's show and the Marvils' reality show both belonged to the same company as Alicia's news show and they had met a few years back at a company event and promptly moved in together.

"What about Kristen? You heard from her yet? Y'all were always kinda close." Dylan jumped as she shook herself out of her reverie.

"No. I saw her, obviously." Alicia laughed her tinkling newscaster laugh.

"Well, I imagined she must have been mortified. She always did have a problem with her girls and now they're projected up on a giant television for all the LBRs of the world to see."

Dylan giggled and flipped her flawlessly straightened hair.

" Flight 404 to Los Angeles, first class, please come to the desk. "

Dylan and Alicia jumped, shaking themselves out of their reminiscences and picking up their matching plaid LV suitcases. They hurried toward the desk.

Alicia leaned back in her comfortable seat and rolled her eyes at the cheap touch-screen set they provided. Why had she not asked her dad to send the private jet? The first class on this plane reeked of cheapness and LBRs.

Alicia smiled slightly; even after all these years, she still hadn't been able to get rid of her habit of using that term. It was just one of the many after effects of Massie Block.

Her phone vibrated again.

ChristopherDocks: Hey

Leesh3U: Hey!

ChristopherDocks: What r u doing now? I'm at starbucks. Want to meet? :(

Leesh3U: Im on a plane

ChristopherDocks: :(

Alicia giggled slightly at the thought of Christopher pouting, the tan skin around his stunning blue eyes crinkling slightly. She had definitely not expected falling for a guy almost twice her age, but she some reason though, Christopher just never seemed to be in to her. Sure, they met up, but he always just treated her like his daughter. She frowned in frustration.

The man across from her slammed himself down on the seat and groaned slightly. Alicia snickered and angled her head slightly, wanting to check him out. Unfortunately, from her angle, all she could see were his canvas Polo sneakers. They were cute sneakers though, and any guy who appreciated Ralph Lauren was definitely someone worth talking to.

She sat up, planning on complimenting his sneakers, and came face-to-face with an all-too-familiar mop of wavy black hair, peeking out from a worn Yankees cap.

For some reason, the gods hated her. Her gorgeous ex, Josh Hotz, was sitting right across from her.