Lifestyle of the rich and famous

[VALERIE ROSE MONTCLAIR]

I'm Mrs Lifestyles of the rich and famous
I'm Mrs Extra! Extra! this just in
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Valerie stayed up until the first morning hours, since her brother and her had gone to see a play the previous night and then they had a late dinner and drinks. So when she woke up in the afternoon, she got dressed and then went to the Soho house where she actually spend the whole afternoon by the fireplace in one of the halls, doing absolutely nothing. That was probably one of the reasons she liked the weekends. She loved it there and the sense of exclusivity it gave. Not anyone could access Soho house anyway. So curled next to the fireplace, with a book and coffee or hot chocolate was the way Valerie had spent that morning

Valerie returned from the Soho house and being around town, wandering aimlessly really, at about nine o'clock in the evening, and after taking a long and relaxing bubble bath she joined her family downstairs for dinner. Dinners at the Montclair house were always kind of a big deal. Everyone was required to be at home on time and of course being dressed appropriately. So they were all having dinner together. Her father, mother, Valerie, her brother now that he was back and occasionally the guests they had over... Family friends etc. Well they had associates of her father at times or socialites, dancers etc, guests of her mother from time to time, but not today. After dinner was over Valerie headed back up to her room, turned the music on and laid on her bed reading a magazine. She was planning on going out later... She wasn't going to spend her Sunday night at home! For a weird reason she felt as if she was suffocating the last two days.

At about ten thirty she closed her magazine, got up and started getting ready. She fixed her hair and then moved to her closet opening it, trying to decide what to wear, when she finally decided that her new Luis Vuitton dress, that she had bought while she was in France a few weeks ago, was just perfect. She laid it on her bed, and after she finished her make up she put it on carefully and then took a pair of matching golden Gucci gladiator high heels from her closet and she put them on, checking herself and the whole outfit in the mirror... She was definitely stylish tonight, and there was no doubt she would get some compliments. Well, maybe.

Valerie opened her bedroom's door and walked to her brother's room after knocking the door. She stuck her head in and saw Philippe, sprawled across his bed with his laptop I'm going to Bemelman's. Wanna come?

. Her brother refused, saying he preferred to stay inside that night so Val just nodded and closed the door behind her before she headed down the stairs to the living room where her mother was sitting, her father was obviously upstairs in the office. Valerie where are you going dressed like that? Claire asked her daughter. Valerie shrugged her shoulders Out. Don't wait up for me! Good night! she said before she gave her a kiss on the cheek and disappeared out of the door before her mother was able to protest or say anything for that matter

A while later the family car was parking outside the Carlyle hotel and Valerie stepped out. After passing random people that stopped to greet her Valerie made her way to the Bemelman's bar in which she hasn't been to for a long time. Valerie entered Bemelman's and after looking around her she headed to the bar, and sat herself on one of the stools. She waved to the barman to approach A Cosmopoilitan

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[CHARLIZE CECILIA RUTHERFORD]

The past few days had been eventful, to say the least. It was like drama and despair always shot down on a person like a ravaging falcon when they least expected it. When the soothing coat of a comfortable reality lulled them into a fake sense of security. Like when you lay in bed at nights feeling so much more secure once you pulled the blanket tight around you. It was of course an objective impression and by far not reasonable. So as a matter of fact, drama never came as a surprise ... people in general just refused to live with the awareness every waking day that it could lure around the next corner. Didn't Hitchcock say so eloquently: "Better an end with terror than terror without an end!" Which was why Charlize chose the easier way ... to live a life in naivety pushing the day off that terror came lurking. Only that just like with everything inevitable ... no matter how long you choose to ignore it ... there's always a payday coming around.

Stepping out of the town car CeeCee gave the driver who held the door open for her like in a Grace Kelly movie a small smile. Despite her slender figure, wrapped in finest seasonal couture, being fully present her mind wasn't entirely. It was like everything happened more or less automatic, as on some fancy high class socialite autopilot. She'd been out and to bars alone so many times that by now the brunette ALWAYS found a familiar face ... even more so since there was 10 maybe 15 spots where you could go for a good 'post dinner / pre night-time drink' and everyone who counted something knew that. Getting past the guy at the door wasn't a problem and the smile she got from him reminded her of Carter ... which was a weird thought because that guy didn't look anything like the hunky hotel heir that had found his way back into the city her life. Ironically though he had vanished off the grid as soon as he had stepped into the cab at JFK. Why a cab even? When had he stopped to ride in style? But with the clothes Charlize had him seen wearing on those few paparazzi images he'd been better of traveling with the masses anyways. Otherwise the leather seats of the limousine might have had taken offense.

Inside - not even passing the threshold of the wardrobe after giving her ocelot coat up - CeeCee was already greeted by two girls she could only describe as somewhat familiar. Pretty ones, no denying but not leaving any lasting impression on the shallow brunette's mind. Replying with a sparkling "Hey! So nice to see you!" and a casually hand-touch on the lower arm of the one girl that held a boring and uninspired choice of a drink - naturally matching the unimaginative choice of accessories - Charlize moved forward further into the bar promising to catch up later ... which she had scratched from her to do list at the second stool ahead. The music was on the low but it still didn't fail to spark some subtle movements to the rhythm in the girl as she moved past a group that had to be greeted - mainly because they ALSO seemed to know her somehow. That was what the social life on the upper eastside was about anyways ... acquaintances ... the more the better. Lately CeeCee couldn't find the muse to keep track of those so all she did was go with the flow, greet here and there, pose with people for pictures that would go viral off the top of their cells. It was like a celluloid film flickering on and on ...

It was then that Charlize saw a familiar face by the bar that inspired a deeper thought. A person that she gladly called a friend. One who had been there for a long part of the way and who had an insight into the brunette's life like not many did. For CeeCee wasn't a big sharer of her deepest thoughts and emotions, no she had been raised to be strong or at least always appear to be. Funnily enough it had been what she blamed on Carter ... that he wasn't able to share his feelings with her ... because with him it had been the only circumstance she'd been able to lay all of it on the table. The fears, the anger, the sadness ... needless to say it obviously didn't end well. At least that was the part Valerie knew about ... though she didn't push the matter and the girls hardly ever ended up talking over it like some deadly disease that would only cause tears if mentioned.

"Well well ... fancy seeing you here!" Walking up to the dark haired beauty with a pleasant smile CeeCee leaned in to greet with a pretentious kiss left and right. Despite being labeled this way to her in this case it wasn't a superficial gesture, just a formal one. "What are you having?" she asked leaning over the counter a bit after placing her designer clutch on top of it. Peeking inside the glass CeeCee instantly identified the Cosmopolitan, ah well, it was Val's favorite since forever. When they were younger it had been lime and raspberry juice mixed with some crushed ice only ... when they sat at the counter of the Rutherford penthouse kitchen pretending to be Brigitte Bardeaux and Gina Lollobrigida. Ordering herself a Martini Charlize sat down next to her friend, crossing her slender legs she focused her attention on the French girl. "So .. did you get to see the tree lighting after all?!" Of course the smile growing much more golden on her pretty face it was now mainly fueled by the memory of getting kissed by AJ under some mistletoe. Maybe it was even more a satisfied smile than a lovey dovey one ... actually it most certainly was.

[VALERIE ROSE MONTCLAIR]

I'm Mrs Lifestyles of the rich and famous
I'm Mrs Extra! Extra! this just in
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Valerie walked into the bar and she looked around her. Like it always it was packed with people... Socialites and Upper East Siders at the most, since they were they usual clients at Bemelman's and the Carlyle hotel. They were the ones to afford it after all. Several people greeted her on the way to the bar, and she greeted back politely and with one of her fake smiles plastered across her face. Usually she and her "friends" always had a booth or table available for them at the private area at the back of the crowded bar. They didn't even had to have a reservation... Their spot was ALWAYS available for them... Val made her way through the people and towards the bar. When she finally got there, she sat on a bar stool and ordered her drink. She would sit there for a while before she moved at the back. She preferred to be left alone. She liked her solitude, especially for the last few days. She hadn't told anyone that she was coming though but the chances were pretty much slim to none for her not to meet someone she knew.

She wanted to start with something lighter, like a Cosmopolitan or a Malibu, before continuing with something stronger. She wasn't really the type to drink or to get drunk but today she felt the need to. She felt betrayed and hurt. Though she had no right or reason to be. She didn't make a move when she had to, so now all was lost... She looked around her in the club, observing people as she waited for her drink. She looked around her in the club, observing people as she waited for her drink. When the bartender returned with it she thanked him and took a few sips. She heard someone talking to her and she turned around to see Ceecee. Valerie had to control herself so she wouldn't say anything. And she had to put a huge effort not to make a public fool of herself. Yes. Funny how coincidences work huh?

Valerie asked with a moderately ironic way. She air kissed Ceecee as well, before she sat back on her stool and looked at her drink. At her question she smirked and turned to look at her Do you really have to ask?

[/color] she asked shaking her head.

How many times didn't they pretend to be ladies, movie stars etc going out, dressing up, sometimes to the point of being ridiculous, and ordering drinks at the bartender at some classy bar. Well in their imagination that was, since the classy bar was the Rutherford kitchen and the bartender was one of the maids usually. Cosmopolitan was one of Valerie's favorites since then. They used to have sleepovers and watch Sex and the City, since Claire Montclair didn't allow her daughter to watch that "example of American obnoxiousness and loose ethics". How could you explain to her that it was about fashion mainly and not just men, dating and sex? At Ceecee's question about the tree lighting Valerie bit her lower lip, before she turned to look straight at her. She noticed her smile and she felt her stomach hurting. I did actually[/color] she replied And that's not the only thing I watched that night. And I wasn't the only one[/color] she added looking at Ceecee, her face an emotionless mask
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[CHARLIZE CECILIA RUTHERFORD]

Of course CeeCee knew Valerie well enough to have a pretty good knowledge of the things that defined her friend. Basic characteristics, set in stone to never turn or alter come hell or high water. It was those things that defined her as a person and in the same way made her predictable ... which was objectively quite convenient. But honestly, who wasn't assessable in one way or another these days. In a world that spun out of control people tended to cling to their bare essentials for some steadiness in life. Especially when they couldn't find a strong shoulder to hold on to like in the Montclair girl's case. The best - obviously - she could go for was to cling onto the cold surface of a Manhattan ... which not only supplied physical contact but also mental consolation if applied in copious amounts. The petite brunette understood the concept of washing the sorrows away with some good high percentage poison but even at the danger of appearing slutty to the rest of the world ... moving on with another guy was the much more healthy and eventually more effective treatment.

"I guess not ... " Charlize replied slightly taken back by how rude it had sounded as Val had inquired if she really needed to ask. But the brunette shrugged it off quickly, it didn't matter if it was ... for as long as there was AJ there was always going to be a wee bit of tension she supposed. Just like there was always going to be tension between her and Carter as long as she was seeing anyone else but him. Which - if she was honest - was understandable. She had never liked seeing him with other girls but was probably better at faking the sympathy for his efforts to move on. Receiving her own drink with a charming smile and nod at the bartender CeeCee took it right from his hands and placed it on the paper napkin herself after taking the first nicely sweet and chilly sip. Letting the booze run down her throat, the gin part slightly burning in the aftertaste the girl took a deep breath. Now understanding the concept of drowning one's sorrows was so much closer again. It was a comfortable feeling ...

However Charlize almost choked as her friend replied to the previous question. Pulling the napkin from underneath the drink she was still holding the brunette padded away some droplets from her lips carefully. Looking at Val with raised brows slightly confused she knew quite surely what the girl could be hinting at and playing ti dumb would insult them both ... still CeeCee wasn't ready to admit straight out. "Did you ..." she replied in a slightly higher voice playing it vague. "I am sure you saw a lot of things that day!" Chuckling slightly, hinting at the drink in Val's hands with a slight glance of her eyes Charlize was strongly aiming at the fact her friend might have a slightly to close a relationship with the distilled beverages. So what if A LOT of people had seen them kiss ... it wasn't like she was Taylor Swift and AJ Jake Gyllenhaal! 90% of the people at the ceremony surely didn't care AT ALL! Which was a good thing, looking at it now. A very good thing! "So ... Birthday coming up ... and you're really gonna take Carter up on the pity date?" Smiling confidently CeeCee glanced at Valerie again.