Haley smiled, as she shut the door to Anna's large Lexus LS500 SUV.

"Call me later." Anna said out the window as Haley walked backwards waving at her friends.

"Bye Hay!" Whitney shouted out the moonroof once the car was in motion, like Hollywood tourits do in cheesy Disney flicks.

Haley waved and smiled some more before turning around towards the vast Miller Estate. The iron gates closed automatically behind her, making a loud squeaking sound. The main house sat atop a high hill, that when she was younger, much, much, younger she and Anna used to roll down and play house on. It was styled after a Southern Goergian, complete with deep fire engine red brick and snow white trim. A long stone driveway snaked arond the front like a circular race track. An Escalade, a Porshce and a Mercedees were parked in front. But her fathers prized Massarati was in the Lazer Secure garage. She walked quickly up hill, cutting through the yard, disregarding her brand new Prada heels getting covered in soil. The large shopping bags from Henri Bendel, Saks 5th Avenue, and Neiman Marcus suddenly felt like 200lb barbells. All Haley wanted to do was get inside , run upstairs, turn on her Apple Notebook and blog the days horrible events. She could no longer take the abuse from Anna and Soencer.

"Does anyone care about my feelings?" She thought, as she sadly trudged up to the walkway, where she ditched her ruined platform pumps.

"Miss Haley!" Miko, the Miller's Vietnamese Housekeeper greeted her cheerfully, oblivious to her pained expression.

"Hi Miko." Haley muttered, as she ran upstairs two at a time.

"Oh Haley, dear?" Her mother Melinda called in her pinched voice," Are you going to get ready?"

"Get ready?" She asked, hoping with all her heart that this wasn't another one of her Council man father's boring benefits.

"For Daddy's Park Bench benefit. Of course, you remeber." Crap. She had completely forgotten.

"Oh, of course." She replied, in an irritated tone.

"Good. I had Miko alter your serulean Valentini gown. It's on your bed." Her petite mother's cold smile reminded Haley of Anna's evil look. Melina was a tiny woman at barley 5 foot, with pale skin, blonde pixie cut and striking turquiose eyes.

Haley sighed, and went back up-stairs ready for a night of schmoozing and sobbing silently in country-club bathroom stalls.