There was a feeling of excitement in the air as we exited my hotel suite. The night was young, and anything could happen. I pulled my black-and-white Chanel tweed jacket over my Lutz & Patmos cashmere sweater, which I'd paired up with a pair of dark wash Rag & Bone skinny jeans and black Prada over-the-knee boots. Black Lanvin gloves protected my fingers, and I carried the bare essentials with me in my Mulberry Alexa satchel.

Kallie wore her new outfit, and Mia, Payton, Katherine, and I had helped her with her hair and makeup.

"This is astonishing!" she'd exclaimed, looking in the full-length vanity mirror. "I'm a completely different person!"

Autumn hovered in the doorway menacingly. "That's what'll happen to you. Hang out with them, and you won't even recognize yourself anymore," she spat bitterly.

Mia narrowed her eyes at the art freak. Payton and Katherine exchanged nervous looks. Kallie glanced at Autumn confusingly.

"And how would you know?" I raised an eyebrow. "It's not like you have the privilege of hanging out with us." I smirked.

Autumn stomped her foot, glowering. She looked like she was about to retort, then changed her mind and skulked off.

"I wonder what that was about," I mused. Normally Autumn would have stayed for a little longer and spat back. Did she have something up her sleeve?

Kallie tapped me on the arm, shaking me out of my recollection. "The guys are here!" she announced.

"You ladies ready to go?" Ezra winked at us.

"Absolutely," I replied. "Let's go." Autumn wasn't with us, and I preferred to keep it that way.

We took the elevator down thirty floors, and stopped in the opulent lobby. Nishan and Sakura were engrossed in the screen of Sakura's handheld video game and didn't notice our arrival. But Autumn, sitting across from them, immediately jumped up from her chair.

"Wes! Julian! There you are!" she screeched. Everyone cringed, covering their ears. "Are you ready to go?!"

I walked over to the hipster loser, narrowing my eyes. Mia stood at my right, mirroring my position. "Autumn, where do you think you're going with them?"

Autumn smirked, sticking her flat chest out. "They're going to an art gallery with me."

I let out a short laugh. "Is that what you believe? We have plans for tonight… and none of them involve obscure hipster art galleries in Brooklyn." That girl couldn't buy taste if her life depended on it.

Autumn fumed. "You wouldn't understand modern art." Her squinty eyes narrowed while her thin lips were set in an unattractive scowl. Her angry expression was one of the most disturbing things I had ever seen, and I had seen people wearing Louis Vuitton knockoff handbags.

"Oh, and Wes wouldn't want to spend time with you," Autumn sniffed. "While you were getting ready, I had a little chat with your boyfriend." She said the words "your boyfriend" with distaste, as if it pained her to say it.

"He doesn't want to be with a girl who doesn't care about his feelings…" Autumn took a step closer to me, breaking my personal bubble. My nose wrinkled at the scent of her stale breath. Hadn't that bitch heard of toothpaste? Or at the very least, mint gum?

"…doesn't care about his feelings like I do." She spoke the words in a near whisper, but still spat them out, bursts of saliva landing on my Dior-powdered cheeks as her thin lips curled up in a devious smile.

I backed away from her, wiping my cheeks with the backs of my hands. "Have fun with your delusions, Autumn. I know it's hard for you to find love… even your own father chose Charlotte, a woman you barely know, over you. So sorry." I smirked, my eyes glistening black whirlpools of venom.

"You're just so desperate for love and attention, that's why you keep trying to seduce other girls' boyfriends. Why don't you try being your own person for a change? Oh, right… without those boys, you're nothing." I gave her one last withering look, turning on my Prada boot as Ratty Sneakers faded into the background.

Mia and I walked over to the other three girls. "Powder room, now."