7:02. Massie Block sighed as she snuck a glance at her antique clock sitting on her night table. She was running late, beyond late actually. Pierre's back to school cocktail party would be starting in half an hour, meaning that the red carpet portion of the evening was currently in action.

Massie Block always made an entrance on the red carpet, especially at any of Pierre's gatherings, and always in the most exquisite of outfits; something that always got the paparazzi talking. And when it came to Massie Block- they were always talking.

She was one of Paris' most coveted socialites; lucky enough to have fallen into all the right crowds at her International Boarding School just twenty minutes outside of the city. She was constantly taking weekend trips to different cities around Europe, and no matter where she went, there was someone there to photograph her and her every move.

Massie looked in the mirror, sighing again. She knew she looked amazing in her black strapless Yves Saint Laurent poplin dress that had amazing detail in the front and looked even better with the black caged belt she had put at her waist.

Her hair was in a low chignon with dark brown tendrils falling out and framing her face. Her gorgeous amber eyes were done professionally with a light smokey look and long lashes.

But the most jaw dropping part of her outfit was her accessories- because if anyone knew how to accessorize, it was Massie Block. She had python Christian Louboutin pumps that matched her snakeskin Carlos Falchi clutch.

Dangling around her neck was a gold David Yurman chain, and hanging loosely from her wrist was her gold and diamond charm bracelet from Roberto Coin. The bracelet had been a gift from her boyfriend Charles, as well as her Gucci chandalier earrings . The only regular thing on Massie was her gold MB initial ring that had diamonds in between the M and the B. She had one in both yellow and white gold, so that it would always match and she could wear it constantly.

Looking in the mirror, Massie knew she was a perfect ten, that not even adding gloss could make her more perfect- but yet, despite all that, she had a nervous apprehension feeling in her stomach.

"Massie, are you ready yet?" Boomed her best friend Gray Watson, who bolted into their room. Massie turned to face her friend and nodded.

"Good, now rate me." Gray said, smiling widely. Massie looked her friend up and down and smiled in return. Gray's long and natural black waves were straightened, her bangs pulled up into a little poof on her head.

Gray had on a Jay Godfrey strapless fringe dress with champagne metallic Jimmy Choo slingbacks that matched her vintage champagne coloured jewelry that she had inherited. With it she had a Dior champagne coloured clutch that Massie suspected was last season's.

"You're definitely a 9.8. Sorry ma cherie, but you lost marks on the year old bag." Massie said, now picking up her own clutch and making her way to the door. Gray nodded and smiled. She could settle for a 9.8.

"Where is Edie?" Massie asked, now referring to their other best friend. Edie was their gorgeous British bombshell friend who they had met the year before. Edie had been in a few British flicks but after getting carried away in the London nightclubs, her parents sent her to the Paris International Boarding School for students from all different countries.

Gray's story was a little different though. Her big shot American father had a love affair with a very unknown and poor French girl, who was her mom, from Marseilles. When her mom got pregnant with Gray, her dad's parents forced him to leave her mom if he wanted to keep his trust fund. So back to New York City he went, and he left Gray and her mom behind.

However much to Gray's luck and dismay at the same time, her mom passed away when she was eight. Gray was instantly brought to live in New York with her father, where she was raised until she was eleven. Then she was sent back to France, to the prestigious boarding school in Paris.

When Massie left Westchester County after ninth grade and transferred to the elite boarding school, she was heartbroken and intimidated. When she first walked into her dorm room, it was full of her roommate's designer clothes, but there was no one there to welcome her. Then when she went to the dining hall for the first time, she saw a gorgeous girl with long black hair surrounded by boys and dressed in complete designer.

But instead of looking at the adorable boys flirting with the girl, or the Chanel bag that the girl was holding onto, Massie studied the girl. Her end impression was that this girl would no doubt be her best friend despite her inability to dress herself. Yes the girl was wearing designer, but Massie had never seen someone shame Marc Jacobs as badly as the girl had.

Massie, being the instant Alpha that she was, walked right up to the girl, tapped her on the shoulder and said, "I'm Massie Block. I luh-ve your purse, but never wear black Chanel with a brown and gray Marc by Marc Jacobs print top. Friendly tip from me to you."

The girl had simply looked at Massie and smiled. Then she said, "And never make the word love into two syllables."

Massie was initially taken off guard and she stomped away back to her room, only to later find out that that very same girl was her roommate. And before either of them could do anything about it- the two were best friends, correcting each other and making themselves better and more profound people.

Since then they had been thick as thieves, and when one day in junior year a girl with long blonde hair showed up with a thick British accent, telling them that she was their third roommate, they added their newest best friend to their group.

"Edie is already in the limo wearing a god awful Pucci number. I tried to change her mind but that girl can be so stubborn." Gray said, snapping Massie back to reality.

"Oh god." Was all Massie said, before flicking the light switch and shutting the door behind her. She then followed Gray out to the limo where some of their friends were all waiting. Though Massie knew she should be excited, something didn't feel right.

"Massie! Over here!"

"Look this way Massie!" Screamed the paparazzi as Massie stepped out of the black limo. In front of her, she could see her two best friends Edie and Gray walking the red carpet, and now it was her turn.

"Massie, where is Charles this evening?"

"Did you two break up?"

"Why'd you dump him?"

"Who is he cheating with?"

Massie sighed and waved and she continued to walk. Of course they would bombard her with questions about her boyfriend Charles. Charles le Fray was another New York blue blood who was constantly labeled as a man whore. But little did the Paparazzi know, he was the best boyfriend Massie could ever imagine.

He asked her out over Christmas in Junior year and they had been dating ever since. They couldn't go anywhere without someone recognizing them and snapping photos for their blogs. But as much as everyone liked to say that they fought constantly and were "on and off", Massie knew better.

Charles was attentive and treated Massie as if she were a doll. She couldn't imagine loving anyone as much as she loved him. And with that thought in mind, as Massie continued to walk the red carpet, she had a wave of nausea.

Something was going to go wrong. She could just tell. Though she didn't know what, she had had this feeling before, one time too many in fact. She had felt it right before her and Derrick broke up for the second time at the end of freshman year and when her parents had announced that they were sending her away, she could recall the same feelings of anxiousness.

"Massie, you good?" Edie asked as she waited for her best friend at the entrance. Massie nodded back but on the inside she knew that something wasn't.