A is for Angel.
Angels. The Pretty Committee had gone all out this Halloween.
Gorgeous wings with flared tips customized by Marc Jacobs clad their backs.
Sexy BCBG headbands held their loose waves in place.
Thin strappy DKNY stilettos clad their manicured feet.
Their nails had been perfectly French manicured at Jaccob's Salon the previous night.
Heads turned as they stalked through the halls of OCD to see their glowing tanned legs.
They had taken a traditional, banal Halloween costume and turned it into a fashion statement.
Each of them wore a different dress across their thin silhouettes.
Massie had a thin Chanel cocktail dress that outlined her figure and enhanced her collarbones with a strapless heart neckline decorated with Swarovski white crytals.
Alicia wore a sexy Ralph Lauren dress with a plunging neckline, ever so suggestive, yet not violating the rules of their "oh so sacred and holy" school. They had purposely chosen the angelic outfits so that the school wouldn't be able to object.
Dylan's fiery red curls were brought out by her pouffy scallop trimmed Georgio Armani dress.
Kristen had used Dylan's credit card purchase a scintillating Ferragamo halter that hit mid thigh, just scraping by OCD's strict regulations.
Claire had been incredibly grateful that Massie had been magnanimous enough as to buy her an ah-dorable country dress from the Versace tore in Manhattan. Her sweet Florida demeanor was emphasized, as it was the very same dress that Taylor Swift had been spotted wearing at Beyonce's recent birthday bash.
All the lowly subjects of OCD made mental notes of the Alpha clique's clothing, some going as far as to take physical notes on their iPhones.
Everyone who was anyone knew that if they wanted to not be deemed an LBR they had better be wearing carbon copies of the Pretty Committee's outfits by the time they were ready to attend the all-inclusive (courtesy of Kendra) Halloween party at the Block's mansion.
By lunch as the Pretty Committee reached Table 18 they spotted various attempts at imitating their outfits.
Alicia laughed as she took her seat and said, "All their effort for not. it makes me so sad for those poor EWs."
Massie high-fived her gorgeous Beta and sighed, "Won't they be in for quite a surprise."
Claire squirmed uncomfortably, "Honestly, Mass I really can't accept both dresses!"
Massie rolled her eyes, "Kuh-laire! Why can't you accept ah-dorable dresses?"
Claire frowned, "Massie, it's not that! You know what I mean! They're both incredibly expensive! I mean Versace and Gucci?"
Massie waved her porcelain hand, "Think of it as doing me a favor."
Claire raised her barely visible eyebrows, "How so?"
Kristen chimed in, "We can't be seen hanging around someone clad in non-designer can we?"
Massie nodded in assent, "Then it's settled."
At 4:30 the first guest had begun trickling into the Block Estate, only to be greeted by Issac, who had insisted they stay on the porch upon "orders" from Massie.
Finally the large white doors creaked open as all the guests craned their necks to get a glimpse of the Pretty Committee, only to have Kendra stick out her botoxed face to welcome the guest in.
The student masked their disappointment as they handed Kendra their presents for the girls.
Ines brought them upstairs towards Massie's room where five girls dressed in head to to in black sat on the plush purple bed.
Claire whined, "Why can't we go down now? I can't wait to see Cam!"
Dylan swiveled around, "Isn't it obvi? At all the hotest Hollywood galas the hostesses wait at least a good thirty minutes before entering so they make a statement."
Alicia swiveled her finger, "Point!"
Massie bolted up, "Girls! It's time!"
They stood up at their Alpha's command and began to stalk out the room. As soon as they inched out from behind the door their appearance was met with gasps.
Gorgeous wings with flared tips customized by Marc Jacobs still clad their backs, but this time around they were a deep burgundy hue.
How was it possible that in only 2 short hours the Pretty Committee had transformed themselves from pretty ah-dorable to pretty sexy?
Sparkly Coach barrettes were placed on their meticulously done updos.
Valentino combat boots now were placed on their feet.
Their nails had been decorated by OPI's Black Shatter along with each of their signature colors in Chanel.
Their bright tanned legs were now masked by fishnet leggings.
They looked even more brilliant than when they had walked the dim halls just that morning.
Massie's lacy Gucci dress with long sleeves and nude colors underneath was just right for her naughty persona, she was showing so much without showing anything.
Alicia's suede Ralph Lauren dress just barely covered her sisters that were enhanced by the wide leather brass buckle belt cinching the dress just below.
Dylan wore a Greek Goddess dress by Guess with billowy layers that emphasized her gorgeous curves.
Kristen had saved up her own money from work to purchase a thin sequined dress from Fendi in Westchester Mall that glittered with each delicate step she took.
Finally, ending their line was Claire in her sheer Valentino dress that flowed and bounced with each step she took.
Their faces were all graced with smirks as they passed the gaping sea of white angels.
The Pretty Committee could always be counted on to stand out in a sea of plain banality.