Sydney squealed into her cell as she lay across her bed flipping through the November issue of Vanity Fair that arrived earlier that morning. “I’m telling you, chica,” Rhea insisted on the other end of the line. “I was sitting in Spanish, trying to learn a little something, when everything went down! First, Dominique whispered to Elonda that a reliable source informed her that you guys were planning to ride up on white horses. Then Tristan—who you know can’t stand the best bone in Dominique’s little anorexic body—started getting loud about how bootleg Dominique’s intel is and basically announced that you guys were already confirmed to arrive via hydroplane!” “What in the world,” Sydney exclaimed, completely flabbergasted by all the growing drama swirling around the twins’ impending Lake Lanier holiday soiree. Despite the fact that there had yet to be a formal announcement made, it had become the most highly anticipated event around the Thanksgiving holiday. With exactly eighteen days left ‘til the day Altimus and Keisha had designated for the girls to have their little blowout, Sydney was definitely feeling the pressure.
