The Block Estate

Massie's Bedroom

Saturday, 21st August

7:19 PM

"You guys, do you really think I could seriously wear this?" Claire Lyons put her hands on her hips as she studied her reflection and frowned. She wasn't exactly happy about wearing this ridiculous outfit. "I look hideous."

Massie Block rolled her eyes. "Kuh-laire, that outfit does nawt make you look like a ho," she scoffed. "You better be glad I chose that for you. It makes you look completely ah-dorable, right, girls?"

Kristen Gregory, Dylan Marvil and Alicia Rivera nodded. "Of course," they said flatly, as if it was so obvious they couldn't believe Claire couldn't even notice it.

"See." Massie rolled her eyes. She scooped up her black pug, Bean, and studied her own outfit for tonight's big event. "Now, will you puh-lease stop worrying whether you look hawt or nawt. It's time for wardrobe check!" She beamed. "Alicia, let's start with you."

"Yay!" Alicia cheered. The Spanish beauty hugged herself, stood up from Massie's mauve-sheeted bed and twirled, modeling her outfit.

Massie held up an imaginary microphone. "Alicia Rivera is currently wearing a black Ralph Lauren Anna Beth Jacquard halter dress, which looks kuh-yoot with those golden Adabelle metallic sandals. She gets extra points for curling her hair and eventually tying a golden hairband. Congratulations; you're a nine-point-seven."

Alicia bowed modestly while the other girls clapped.

"Me next," Dylan stood up and modeled her own clothes.

"Dylan Marvil is currently wearing an ah-mazing DKNY silk chiffon pearl print dress which shows her red hair, plus an ah-dorable pair of Jimmy Choo peep-toe pumps. I j'adore your metallic Balenciaga tote! I'm also happy that both of you have stayed true to our dress truce!" Massie beamed again, reminding everybody about the truce they had agreed on - tonight they were going to wear black and gold. "Congrats, Dyl - you're a nine-point-eight. Next!"

Kristen stood up and twirled.

"Looking sporty-chic is Kristen Gregory. Thank Gawd you ditched that peasant skirt which is now dead at the back of my Range Rover. She looks ah-mazing with the black short-shorts, plaid golden vest, golden leggings and the black Ella Moss collared blouse. The Jimmy Choo slip-ons colored gold match the outfit, along with the DKNY purse. Congratulations, you're a nine-point-six."

While Kristen bowed and Alicia and Dylan cheered, Claire stood up.

"Kuh-laire, for the first time ever in TPC history, I'm glad you made an effort to choose something fashionable and envy-worthy. The Juicy Couture fruity-print silk dress looks ah-dorable with your DKNY pumps, plus the Colcci purse I bought for your birthday. For the first time in the history of your ranks," Massie announced, "You're a nine-point-eight!"

Everyone cheered louder than they needed to. Claire blushed. It seemed embarassing enough for Massie go ahead and tell everyone she wasn't exactly as fashionable as far as The Pretty Committee girls did. It was two years since she moved from Orlando to Westchester. Two years since she was part of the infamous Pretty Committee. Two years since she was IN.

Massie checked her Coach watch. "Seven-thirty," she declared. "The BOCD eighth-graders' farewell party has officially started as of ten minutes ago. Ready to break all the LBRs' and the ex-crushes' hearts?"

"YES!" The other girls screamed.

"Then get ready for our official entrance!"

"YAY!" All of them shrieked, living for the BOCD farewell party Massie's parents, William & Kendra had planned, mainly because they were "going to miss all their friends", as Massie had reasoned. Little did William and Kendra knew that it was all about showing the LBRs (Losers Beyond Repair) and ex-crushes that they were still IN.

That the Pretty Committee was still IN. Forever.