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The Hamptons were the place to be during the summer time, and on days like this, when the weather was absolutely perfect, that was exceptionally true. Erin did not have to like Aaliyah personally, to appreciate the grand estate that her family owned. The lawn was perfectly manicure and sprawled out for what felt like forever, the party's design was perfect, and the two cocktails that Erin had had since arriving seemed to be mixed to perfection. It wasn't like her family didn't own their own house in the Hamptons, but admittedly, it wasn't anything like this. Call it privileged, to be able to complain about the luxury level of one of your many houses, and you wouldn't be wrong. Erin had just always possessed something in her that made her want more. She wanted to be just as good, if not better, than her peers, and she hated feeling like she fell short. Her house in the Hamptons was very nice compared to many, but it didn't sit on Meadow Lane like the Arnault's did, and it was not nearly as spacious as the Shanks' was. It made her bitter, to a degree, but in her defense, it also made her want to do better.
Today was going to be a day of sheer fun though. That was what she had been trying to tell herself all day. Even if the party was being hosted by the family of a girl she didn't like, and even if she was going to be surrounded by some people she wasn't fond of, she was going to have fun. Who cares if Gabe is there, and if he's drooling all over Juliet? Or even Teegan? Who cares? Not me. And so what if I run into Edward? That night we shared was almost a month ago, and he was just as drunk as I was, so that's probably why he never called me back. I'll be fine. This will be fine. Throughout the day, she had done her best to reassure herself that she could have fun tonight, even if the mix of people there wasn't going to be the best. In order to prep herself enough to be in a good mood, she convinced Juliet to take a yoga class with her and get breakfast that morning. She knew that the blonde would be glued to Aaliyah's side come the party (and now, by the looks of it, she wasn't wrong), so she needed to get her time in with Juliet too, and post a few pictures on social media, to establish that they were friends as well. It was incredibly childish- a page out of a high schooler's playbook, but Erin couldn't help it. It wasn't like Juliet was the best friend in the world, and someone she would die without, but for Erin, it was the principle of it. The principle that Juliet was all she had left after all of her upper east side friends abandoned her, and then Aaliyah stole her in just a couple of month's time.
Even without a close friend by her side, Erin felt confident coming in on her own (well, with her cousin, but he wasn't important enough to be considered as an actual extra person). She was dressed in a white romper with Givenchy sandals to match, and as soon as she had gotten into the party, she knew that she looked good. She didn't have trouble striking up conversation with a few acquaintances, and helping herself to a drink or two as she mingled. She had spotted Juliet earlier, but since she had been talking to some of the girls they had went to school with, most of whom still refused to acknowledge Erin's distance, she had kept her distance. Other than her, Erin had not seen anyone else she was particularly close with, but judging by the amount of people at the party, that didn't necessarily mean that they weren't actually here yet. They most likely just hadn't crossed paths yet, so she took out her phone and texted Brynn.
To: Brynn
Hey girlie! Tell me you're here!
The Hamptons were the place to be during the summer time, and on days like this, when the weather was absolutely perfect, that was exceptionally true. Erin did not have to like Aaliyah personally, to appreciate the grand estate that her family owned. The lawn was perfectly manicure and sprawled out for what felt like forever, the party's design was perfect, and the two cocktails that Erin had had since arriving seemed to be mixed to perfection. It wasn't like her family didn't own their own house in the Hamptons, but admittedly, it wasn't anything like this. Call it privileged, to be able to complain about the luxury level of one of your many houses, and you wouldn't be wrong. Erin had just always possessed something in her that made her want more. She wanted to be just as good, if not better, than her peers, and she hated feeling like she fell short. Her house in the Hamptons was very nice compared to many, but it didn't sit on Meadow Lane like the Arnault's did, and it was not nearly as spacious as the Shanks' was. It made her bitter, to a degree, but in her defense, it also made her want to do better.
Today was going to be a day of sheer fun though. That was what she had been trying to tell herself all day. Even if the party was being hosted by the family of a girl she didn't like, and even if she was going to be surrounded by some people she wasn't fond of, she was going to have fun. Who cares if Gabe is there, and if he's drooling all over Juliet? Or even Teegan? Who cares? Not me. And so what if I run into Edward? That night we shared was almost a month ago, and he was just as drunk as I was, so that's probably why he never called me back. I'll be fine. This will be fine. Throughout the day, she had done her best to reassure herself that she could have fun tonight, even if the mix of people there wasn't going to be the best. In order to prep herself enough to be in a good mood, she convinced Juliet to take a yoga class with her and get breakfast that morning. She knew that the blonde would be glued to Aaliyah's side come the party (and now, by the looks of it, she wasn't wrong), so she needed to get her time in with Juliet too, and post a few pictures on social media, to establish that they were friends as well. It was incredibly childish- a page out of a high schooler's playbook, but Erin couldn't help it. It wasn't like Juliet was the best friend in the world, and someone she would die without, but for Erin, it was the principle of it. The principle that Juliet was all she had left after all of her upper east side friends abandoned her, and then Aaliyah stole her in just a couple of month's time.
Even without a close friend by her side, Erin felt confident coming in on her own (well, with her cousin, but he wasn't important enough to be considered as an actual extra person). She was dressed in a white romper with Givenchy sandals to match, and as soon as she had gotten into the party, she knew that she looked good. She didn't have trouble striking up conversation with a few acquaintances, and helping herself to a drink or two as she mingled. She had spotted Juliet earlier, but since she had been talking to some of the girls they had went to school with, most of whom still refused to acknowledge Erin's distance, she had kept her distance. Other than her, Erin had not seen anyone else she was particularly close with, but judging by the amount of people at the party, that didn't necessarily mean that they weren't actually here yet. They most likely just hadn't crossed paths yet, so she took out her phone and texted Brynn.
To: Brynn
Hey girlie! Tell me you're here!