Massie Block was in New York City, looking for the perfect dress to wear to the OCD auction, which was obviously being hosted at the Block Estate (again).
"Just one more block and we're at Saks," Massie informed her driver, Isaac.
"If you need to go somewhere else or need me for some other reason, just call me," Isaac replied, proudly holding up his new Blackberry Curve (a birthday present from Massie last month).
"I'm here!" Massie grinned. She had seen the most perfect dress in the Saks catalogue. "Thanks, Isaac." She patted him on the back.
"See you later, Mass," Isaac said.
Massie did her signature supermodel-posture-perfect strut until she reached the formal dress section. Ah, it was there, in all of its glory. It was right in front of her, the perfect dress for the auction. It was deep but not dark purple, Massie's signature color. It was silk and went to her knees. It had gathering at the chest and a gold and diamond broach at the center of the gathering, and spaghetti straps. She checked the label. It was a Diane von Furstenberg original! She just had to have it. She searched for one in her size, zero.
There was one left in her size! She reached for it quickly, in case someone else needed it. Suddenly there were two pairs of hands, on opposite sides of the hanger.
Massie looked up to see a beautiful brunette girl with wide-ish aqua blue eyes about her age glaring at her. She was dressed in skinny True Religion jeans, a white Ralph Lauren short-sleeved ruffled blouse, and red Tory Burch flats. Her chocolate brown hair was straight, and went to her ribs. It was held back with a brown Coach Logo headband.
"Umm, excuse me, but I saw this dress first," the girl blurted out.
"Umm, excuse me, but I need it!" Massie fired back.
"Well, so do I!"
"Why is your reason more important than mine?" Massie questioned.
"I am wearing it to a charity auction for my new school!" the girl answered.
"I am wearing it to host a charity auction for my school," Massie replied.
"What school?" the girl asked.
"Octavian Country Day, in Westchester," Massie explained. "Every year my family hosts the OCD charity auction on our estate."
"OCD is my new school!" the girl said.
"Well, there's only one dress, want to do rock paper scissors?" Massie suggested, knowing she was great at that.
"No, you can have it. It's great that you're hosting the auction," the girl said. "What grade are you in?"
"Eighth," Massie told her.
"Same!" the girl said.
"Cool, well I'll see you on Saturday at the auction," Massie said.
"Since we're going to have classes together, what's your name?" the girl asked.
"Massie, Massie Block," she replied.
"Well I'm Briana Collins," the girl said.
"Wait, does your dad own Collins Cosmetics? Like, the organic makeup company?" Massie asked.
"Yup, my father is Greg Collins. He opened the company last year." Briana explained.
"Ehmagawd, I bought the first lip gloss at the Westchester Mall from that brand. My father, William Block, is the most successful and trusted doctor in Westchester." Massie bragged.
"Wait. You're William Block's daughter, Massie? I heard about you… you were a model in Teen Vogue last year!" Briana raved.
"Oh, really? Yes, I remember that. It was one of my favorite photo shoots," Massie said nonchalantly.
"Want to shop together? I'd like to have someone to talk to at school, so I don't seem like an LBR," Briana confided. "Because I am so nawt!"
"Okay, I'll help you find another dress."
Massie thought, This girl has Pretty Committee potential. She is probably DANCE. Dance was the new acronym Alicia had come up with it stood for: Designer (Clothes), Alpha, Nice (to the PC, like nawt a backstabber!), Cool, and Elegant.
But there was something Massie saw in this girl that she did NAWT like.
She had alpha potential. Not like alpha as in- in with Massie and the PC, but alpha as in she might start her own clique!
And so the warning sign flashed silently through Massie's amber eyes.