Anna removed her sunglasses and looked at the large cement building that towered over her. It was decorated in a traditional Asian motif, with a luxurios twist. Mischa Barton sauntered down the red steps Chanel bag and paparazzi in tow.
"OMG. I saw this place in, like, Vouge!" Whitney squealed.
"Mischa! Oh my gawd! Hi!" Macey said, violently waving a thin arm in the air. Mischa turned and smiled the got back to posing with her new purse.
Anna's thin lips curled at the sides, revealing her perfect straight white teeth. But Haley knew this look. It was no a smile, but merely a Crocodile Face as she had dubbed it in 5th grade. With out a word, Anna grabbed Haley's arm, Haley grabbed Whitney's arm, and Whitney grabbed Macey's arm. The chain of young socialites snaked their way through the crowd, pushing by-standers out of their way. Once on the elaborate red porch, the girls pushed photographers away with the jolt of a hip.
"Hi MIscha!" Anna smiled, giving the young starlett a run for her money. She was esaliy 10x more beautiful.
"Um hey. Do you want an autograph?" Mischa's blue green eyes looked slightly uneasy.
Anna laughed heartilly, like the girl had told a Kathy Griffin esque joke. When she recovered, she replied with " No silly just saying hello. Tah Tah." And with that she pulled the chain of girls inside.
A Chinese string instrument orchestra was playing in the lobby, and "important" people in Gucci loafers chatted quietly while they waited to be seated. Yet, if Anna had learned anything from her assertive T.V. Mougul father, it was wait for nothing.
She walked to the large marble counter/hostess stand, and rang the bell multiple times even though the waiter was clearly standing behing it, chatting on an elegant gold phone.
Once he finsied his call, he tended to Anna, who smiled in a frightning, cold demeanor that frightend anyone that it was thrown at. "How may I help you?" He said in a gay Brittish accent.
" Table for four, preferably a booth." She said sweetly, with a little hint of the
not-so-sweet person below.
"I'm sorry, there are none available at the moment. However-" She pressed a manicured finger to his thin lips in the "Shhh" signal.
"My father," She glanced at this gold name badge that said Seth in red caligraphy,"is Martin Wintor, Seth. He owns every T.V network you watch. Gaureteed.Style, Food, DIY, Mannhattan 12 news, Hunting and Fishing, MTV,BET, CMT, CBS, ABC and Disney. Not to mention countless shres in Cinmax, HBO, and Starz. Would you want to anger his daughter? I think not. Now if you value your job, you'll seat my girls and I at that table over looking the skyline." Anna pointed to a large gold and red wrap-aroung booth in front of a picture window.
Seth's eyes were wide, and he silently nodded, clearly intimidated and grabbed a stack of menus. Anna snapped twice and the three others trailed behind, like a king and his possy, to the posh table.
"Thanks Seth, your a doll. Now be a Barbie and get us a round of virgin Cosmos. There may be something in it for you." She winked, hinting notoriously large tips she often gave out. He smiled nervosly, and walked away.
"Go Anna!"Macey hi-fived her, the tiny dangling lock on her Tiffany ring making a clicking sound.
"Yeah, Go anna!" Mocked Haley," You threatened the waiter! I'm so inspierd. Maybe I can be like you one day and give a concierge a heartattack!"
"Look, Miller. You aren't powerful. You are nice. Look where nice people get.
Nice people get cover stories on Healthy Living Magazine for volenteering at an animal shelter for the past 60 years. Powerful people get 3.5 millon dollar penthouses and Martha decorated, Beach Houses in the Hamptons. Powerful people get cover stories in Vouge, Elle, Money, and Vainity Fair. Now, do you still want to be 'nice'?" Anna's icy blue eyes were locked on Haley's . "So don't even try to minimize my power. Don''t even try." Just then, Seth retuned with the girls virgin Cosmos.
that was AWESOME Mckayyyyyyyyyy... i love itttt