Well Nick didn't call back, but what am I supposed to expect? It has been two years since we were ... together in a sense, and sometimes I wonder what would've happened if Justin never walked in that night. Even though he got sent away before we were officially a couple, it was still something special.

-Twelve hours later-

You would not believe it ! Nick was waiting outside St. Regis for the entire morning, waiting for me to come out, and concierge got so sick of his persistence that they resorted to calling me which I specifically told them not to. Well obviously I didn't run out like the excited little child, as much as I wanted to ... but I was so happy and it was probably plastered all over my face.

He took me on a picnic at Central Park at our old spot next to the pond. It was so nice, sitting there and catching up on our lives since he left. I thought it would be really awkward, but it really wasn't. It felt like old times again, until he leaned over and kissed me ... thank god nobody was around. But wow ... I'm still blushing from the moment !

He also mentioned something that he found out while rummaging through Justin's room for socks. It was a photo of Sierra, buried in his underwear drawer! That almost sounds creepy if Nick didn't turn it over and read the SWEETEST love letter on the back. It was dated a couple of months ago, but according to Nick, he's apparently been after her for Y-E-A-R-S. Seems to be one hell of a commitment for Justin Vanderbilt. Even I was surprised by that.

Basically, the perfect day ended with the perfect sunset with the perfect guy and the perfect kiss. Life feels good, until my mother called me. She decided to remind me that there were five days left until the ball. Thanks mum.

Labels: Lee

New York Society

The opening of ABSENT caused a stir amongst the upper east side yesterday when nearly everyone who was anyone appeared... [turn to page 9] The Lee family, close friends with the Racheliers, were there by their side the whole way, and causing an even bigger hype with the news of the long awaited annual ball in just 7 days! Adelyna Lee (wearing [vintage Vivienne Westwood] ?) was there with Celeste Rachelier (in a gorgeous Chanel mini), as the two posed for the paparazzi (see photos page 13)... The Vanderbilts were also there, with many welcoming the return of Nick Vanderbilt, back from his studying in France... Gemma Rose Darling (in blue Pucci) arrived with her new husband Weston Davids and daughter Sierra (in Victoria Beckham), posing as a happy family... [ADD MORE RA RA RA]

TMZ:

AND WHAT IS THE HOTTEST PLACE TO BE RIGHT NOW? Yes, that's right boys and girls- ABSENT, opened yesterday by a throng of NYC elite on Madison Avenue is now up and running for y'all. That is, if you can get in first. On the first opening night; tonight- the lines, our sources have reported, is wrapped along the whole block and down the street. Bouncers were last seen having trouble with two scantily clad girls trying to pass off as relations of the Racheliers (owners). Anyways, if you want to see the real Upper East side, and want to BE SEEN, ABSENT is the place to be. blah blah blah add more [brain dead ._.]

TWITTER GOSSIP:

JessickaaHoward: @RihannonBlake OMG OMG OMG!!! I'M AT THE FRONT OF THE LINE TO GET INTO ABSENT BITCHHHHHHH X [43 users like this]

TMZTWITTER: Just spotted @LynaLee and @JVanderbilt going in through the red ropes. Ooooh together?

Labels: gossip

Diary dear.

Yesterday was simply one of the worst in my life. After a whole day of taking on the role of "tourguide" for Asshole, upon coming home, I was promptly shoved in the face with an invitation to go to the opening of the Rachelier's hot new club. Apparently my darling mother had totally forgotten about the event until the last minute, until one of her socialite friends asked if she was going. Yes, mother dear. Thank you so very much for forcing me to take Teddy around town, AND expecting me to LOOK MY BEST AND BE READY FOR A PARTY WITH 2 HOURS NOTICE. Psh, yeah right. Luckily, I had just the right dress for the opening of a club: The one I was going to wear to the Delights ball, (yes diary, the skanky-look-at-me-i'm-a-whore-dress). Now mom cant make me wear it anymore, since it's so against her fashion morals. And now I don't have to pretend I'm related to her anymore, even though I am. Teehee.

The only good thing was that Asshole wasn't going, since he dropped dead the moment we got home, still suffering from jetlag. Aww, poor baby. I was simply devastated with his absence. Oh diary, hear my sarcasm. Anyways. I got ready in time, luckily, with the help of mom's makeup crew and stylists. Que and Brad knew their stuff that was for sure. I mean, obviously they needed talent and skills to make my drop dead hideous (okay i'm exaggerating) mother into one of the top supermodels in the industry today. Come on, puh-lease. Well, the opening was huge. Everyone was there: from the famous for being famous families- the Hiltons, Belles, Kardasians etc. to the actual elites of society- Vanderbilts, Rutherfords and Davidsons- the paparazzi was going craaaaazy. The Racheliers are an old prestigious family, with distant Russian roots, but there was major scandal years ago when the old man of the family, Brandon Rachelier suffered a heart attack while in bed with Cuban triplets and died. Since then the family has been trying to regain their former position in the creme de la creme of New York society, but let me tell you, it has been hard and bitter. I used to be quite close to the heiress actually. Celeste Rachelier and I went through the awkward primary school to highschool period together, but when her family started getting tainted with bad waters, my mom didn't want the bad press getting mixed with the Cordace name. Obviously now we're not close anymore, afterall we had a rather public fall-out right before she got sent aboard to finish her highschool years. She called me a bitch (When you were 11, the word "bitch" was VERY rude ok.) and I called her a "ho", since "it was in her genes anyways". Yes i know, what a little bitchy girl I was... Oh well. It was still pretty weird when I saw her tonight. We both had this forced smile on the whole entire time we said "hi" AND IT WAS SO AWKARD OH MY GOD. Anyways, she was with Adelyna Lee, BFFL. It's sooooo weird. I keep on seeing that girl EVERYWHERE. Sure, we had social run ins before, but not like this... I only know her through Aaron, and me and Aaron aren't exactly on good terms.

ANYWAYS. THE WEIRDEST PART OF MY NIGHT was when I was with Chloe Belle and Sasha Evans, two actual close friends of mine when I bumped into Nick. NICK. NICKY. okay he HATES being called that, but MY LITTLE NICKY IS BACKKK. OH this reminds me, I have to kick Justin's ass sometime soon for not telling me. But those two never got along well :/ Anyways, he was HOT AS BABY. I know he is Justin's twin and all, but omg. THEY DO NOT LOOK ALIKE. Justin's got the whole golden society boy look down pat (think Zac Efron cross with Josh Duhamel) while Nicky is more like.. a brooding, Adam brody-esque. Except younger and more-delicious and without the facial hair. AND it seems like the french suited him. He'd filled out what was previously lanky with yummy muscles. So now he was all very very tall and nice looking with lovely biceps. OH WOW, look at me just going on about him. One would think I LIKE HIM. but no. We were just friends. (with benefits) Okay i'm joking. I wish. But, I cannot betray my bestie by telling him how much I wanted to screw his brother. SO LETS JUST LET THIS REST. (god i hope no one reads this).

HEHE. Well I saw him talking to the Lee chick. Boo her. Seriously what was with this whole new "Adelyna craze" going on? I'm not jealous, just... weirded out. Justin seems to like her, Nick did too (or still does, whatever), Teddy was all over her (but then again, he'd be all over any hot chick..). Agh. What is going onnnnn? So what, she's gorgeous, and she's got the whole ethnic thing going for her but . OKAY, SIERRA CORDACE YOU ARE NOT JEALOUS. YOU ARE NEW YORK CITY'S HOTTEST PROPERTY, AND SOME LITTLE PRETTY GIRL ISN'T GONNA TAKE THAT CROWN AWAY FROM YOU.

Oh my god, that reminded me. Nick promised he'll catch up with us after the party, since Teddy was here and all and he wanted to come say hello. Or some thing.
But he didn't. I vaguely remember someone saying how he helped little miss i'm-so-helpless Lee into a limo and left for a hotle.
skank.
psh. bitch needs to be tought a lesson.
And I've got the perfect weapon.

Nicky Vanderbilt. You're mine.

xxSierra

Labels: Cordace

Woke up today ... and felt horrible. The reason?

I decided to go clubbing last night. Tyce Rachelier, awesome friend and neighbour invited me to the grand opening of his dad's newly bought club down at Madison's. It was pretty good, and obviously over-protective Tyce only let me have a couple of cocktails at the beginning.

The upper east side are definitely serious about their partying. The guest list was full of those from prestigious families and the most sought after socialites; basically everyone who mattered was there. The press were obviously there, inside and out, snapping away at those who walked along that fabulous red carpet laid down at the entrance. I still think the kitchen entrance is much better. No waiting around for society's bitches to get a move on and blinding flashes of light.

I obviously wanted to avoid as many familiar faces as possible and Tyce fully understood. His sister and my wonderful best friend, Celeste Rachelier took me around to a private room where we sipped on martinis till our hearts content and caught up on all the events that have happened since C came back to New York. She spent the last two years in Paris for boarding school, and so this is the first time I've really seen her as I've been hiding out at St. Regis.

However ... we were interrupted half-way through the night by a very unexpected guest. Apparently I didn't get the news that Nicholas Vanderbilt had returned from London. I place the blame entirely on St. Regis.

Celeste just winked at me and let us 'catch-up'. That bitch set us up ! Not that I hate her for doing so ... Nick was every bit as handsome as he was before he left for England, and maybe even more so. But I can't really rely on my judgments as I was already a little unstable from all the drinks; and him, being the perfect gentleman he is, helped me back to my hotel.

I don't remember anything after passing out on the bed.

I did find something interesting as I emptied out my LV this morning. A napkin with a number and call me. Maybe Nick wanted to catch up properly? So of course I dialled ... and got directed straight to voicemail. My message sounded so forced ! "Hey Nick! It's Lyna, Want to go grab brunch at the french cafe on Madison's tomorrow? Call me back."

Now let's play the waiting game.

xlyna

Labels: Lee

That guy was un-fucking-believable.

It's a mystery how a lady as nice as aunty Nicola could've EVER given birth to such a horrid, disgusting, loathe-able PIG out of her. After we took off on our journey to "explore" the "wonderful city of New York", Teddy insisted on us showing him the great party places, (translation: strip clubs). Since I know of none, Justin and Asshole began a quite animated discussion on buying this hot burlesque club on the corner of Madison Avenue. How totally GG. -eyeroll-

So they told the driver to go up to Madison to check it out, and I stayed in the car checking for gossip, and apparently snappers spotted little miss darling Adelyna Lee in The French cafe.It was funny coz I knew exactly what she was wearing (disguises obviously) and exactly what she was eating. So weird. Tummy grumbling, realising I only had a bowl of fruit salad prior to picking up Asshole, I waited impatiently for Idiot 1 & 2 to come back. When they finally got back, I gave them knowing glares. They both had their pearly whites on show, a picture of innocence. No doubt they had properly "investigated" the place. Ignoring the two, I told the driver to go to Caffe Notta. Except at that moment, Teddy decided to play with my phone.

"HOLY SHIT, DUDE LETS GO FRENCH CAFE."

"ASSHOLE, GET YOUR SLIMY FINGERS OFF MY PHONE."

"GUYS AND CHICKAS, CALM THE FUCK DOWN."

Eventually, however- I found myself going down the road to the French cafe. Teddy, all throughout the trip began spewing shit about how hot he thought the Lee heiress was, and Justin just sat there with this weird little smirk on his face. Knowing how he caught Nick (who was his twin) and Adelyna making out on HIS bed, I felt a little ping of sympathy towards her. However, it was still too funny. :)

SO, we got there without too much mishaps, and upon walking in, Teddy immediatley accosted the poor girl sitting in the corner. He really should learn how to talk to a girl, I thought as I rolled my eyes and found a booth to plonk my ass down with Justin. But Justin was acting a bit weird. He kept glancing over to the table where Adelyna was trying to ward off Asshole's advances and squirming.

Having known the dude since forever, I kicked him in the shins.

"WHAT, DON'T TELL ME YOU LIKE HER AS WELL."

He glared at me, but made no comment. Sighing, I sat back and watched Justin dwell in his pitifull misery. Joking. He started hitting on the too over eager waitress, taking care not to take off his sunnies. Adelyna seemed like the type of girl who would make Justin happy. She loved to have fun; from what I've heard, but unlike so many of the other rich kids over here on upper east side, she knows where to stop as well, and I respect her for that. Grimacing at Justin's antics, and the uncontrollable giggles coming from the waitress, I formulated a plan.

Taking a pen out of my purse, I quickly jotted down Justin's number on a napkin, with the words "call me". Knowing the only reason Justin had got so angry at his twin was because he was making out with HIS "dream" girl, (I mean, seriously. Justin probably spreaded his share of herpes on Nick's bed before) I decided to push fate a little.

Walking up to Teddy and Adelyna. I tugged the asshole away and subtly dropped the piece of napkin down her bag. Fingers crossed, I gave her a little smile and walked back to where the two pitiful excuses of male existance stood and promptly dragged them out.

Sighing, I glanced back at the girl before settling back in the limo.
"So, tell me. How come all big, badass dickheads like yourselves seems to go for THAT (with a flick of my hand at the direction of the French cafe) type of girls huh?"

They mumbled unintelligible replies and I gave up, sitting back and tried my hardest to enjoy the rest of the ride.

Labels: Cordace, happenings

Eighth day at the St Regis ... well I watched all of the good pay-as-you-watch movies and even Disney channel bored me. So ... I decided to head out to town for a day, heavily disguised of course.

It was such nice weather! Spring is really setting in now, too bad I couldn't appreciate all of it in my sunnies and stuffy over-sized coat. Thank god for modern buildings and the invention of air-conditioning. The French cafe was absolutely lovely, it was nice to have a sit down breakfast again. Danish, white chocolate mocha and newspaper. Nothing could have spoiled this morning, until I jinxed myself.

In waltzes Teddy Cordace with who I believe to be Sierra Cordace and Justin Vanderbilt. Two emotions: 1. Hatred - or some very deep dislike for that bastard Teddy. 2. Embarrassment. Last summer when I was in New York ... Justin caught me with his twin, Nick making out on his bed. That was before Nick got sent off to England ... I really wish I never let him go ... but no time for reminiscing.

Unfortunately for me, Teddy was well acquainted with my disguised self, having gone through my wardrobe several times looking for ... things. I can safely say that I don't dislike him anymore, I LOATHE every fibre in his body. After commenting on my lack of style, taking a large bite out of my apple danish, criticizing my taste in food, wiping his fingers all over my Burberry coat, shamelessly hitting on me and asking me where Aaron was, Sierra finally managed to drag him out of the cafe with an apologetic smile on her face. For a rumoured queen of bitches, she seemed awfully nice.

After that horrible incident ... I decided to head back to the hotel to watch more Disney channel. I really can't wait till that ball is OVER.

xlyna

Labels: Lee

6:30 : the maid shaking me awake.
6:45 : finished showering.
7:00 : finished breakfast.
7:50 : finished dressing and makeup.
8:30 : woke up.

So, I got in the town car at 8:30, and made the 45 minute trip to JFK. Then I had to trudge my way through the gazillion people to go to the receiving area for first class where I sat, waiting for that stupid asshole to show up. And he did. at 10:30, with two blondes hanging off his arm. Just my luck.

However, I dirty glared them off, and was rewarded with a disgusting "puppy dog" stare from my beloved cousin. EWYUCK. Anyways, the conversation in the car back to the penthouse went something like this: (keep in mind this is a 45 minutes trip)

T: SO, baby cousin. How's it hangin' ?
S: fuck off.
T: Awww, is this any way to treat a much loved relation?
S: I wasn't aware I was related to shitheads.
T: I'm hurt Si, honestly.
S: Go die in a hole.
T: -backed off-

Yes.

Anyways, he did the obligatory sucking up to my mother, who absolutley adores him, even though she has no relation to that part of the family any more. It was painful to watch, really. But yeah. Afterwards, it was apparently my duty to take him out and show him the sights and deciding it's better to share this pain with someone else than shoulder it alone, I called my bestfriend out.

Justin Vanderbilt, beautiful male specimen and hilarious prankster is my bestfriend. He is also part of the family the producers of GG based off. Rich, old money New York, he went through girls like dirty underwear and I, unfortunatley is the recieving end of all his stories and failed come ons. He was funny though, and I honestly do hope he finds a nice girl to settle down with. However, he was also friends with Asshole. So, that factor just might make the day a liiiiiiiiiittle better for me.

Oh well, fingers crossed.
I'll tell you how it goes tonight, toodlies.

xxSi.

Labels: Cordace

Can you believe it?! NINE DAYS. My household has gone ... crazy yet again.

Mum: Control-freak. Murderous. Stressed out. In need of a holiday. MUST AVOID AT ALL COSTS. She's lost it and I swear she hasn't slept since last Tuesday. Her make-up supplies have to be replenished frequently due to the immense amount of powder, concealer and whatever else she's using to disguise the stress pimples, frown lines, and panda eyes, and when I say frequently, I mean five times a day.

Dad: Buried in his stocks, newspapers and business meetings, in other words, avoiding my mother as much as he can. OBVIOUSLY he understands the importance of this ball, otherwise he'd actually be trying to help. My poor father, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Aaron: He has gone M.I.A, not that either of my parents care, the ball is much too important compared to their troublemaker of a son. Well at least he's nice enough to text me updates on his whereabouts every night. That's one less person to worry about ... I think ... he just informed me his old drinking pal Teddy Cordace is paying the big apple a visit. I can't believe HE got invited to the ball, it's disgraceful. I hope Aaron knows better than to go look for that asshole again.

As for me, I've been hiding out in a room at St. Regis' and avoiding society. The Delights Ball is HUGE, and so I say; better safe than sorry.

xlyna

Labels: Lee

Hmmmn, the Delight's ball is in nine days, and here I am spluttering and sneezing like there's no tomorrow. I really don't know what is up with my life these days. School is just horrible right about now, which is one of the main reasons I haven't written in you for a long time, diary. Mother has alternated between being EXTREMELY nosy and forgetting that I even existed these days. And I've been getting more than enough attention from my new stepdad. Where did the old times go? Why couldn't it be like before, when I had my own life and they had theirs and we only came in contact when I busted the credit limit? UGH, this is more than frustrating. And to make matters worse, my darling cousin, note the dripping sarcasm, decided to come and visit new york! Well FUCK (excuse my french) ME DEAD. Why cant he keep his dick and pants in bloody Italy WHERE HE BELONGED.

Yes, ladies and ladies. Notorious "ladies man" (or in my words, SLEAZE) Teddy Cordace is about to touch down new york city TOMORROW AT 9:30. And I, supposedly being the one who knows the city, is meant to go pick him up and show him around town. and i'm expected to be "nice" to him when the last time we saw eachother was when he made a particularly disgusting remark to my friend back in Milan, causing her to giggle and blush the whole entire night with me in the end, having had enough, went up to him and smashed my gelato down his pants. Oh we ended on good terms, certainly. AND to think, he's gonna be in NYC indefinitely since he's just graduated AND he's gonna be living with ME.

watch out teddy boy.
you just might find a frog or two down your pants this time :)

xxSi.

Labels: Cordace

Well Nick didn't call back, but what am I supposed to expect? It has been two years since we were ... together in a sense, and sometimes I wonder what would've happened if Justin never walked in that night. Even though he got sent away before we were officially a couple, it was still something special.

-Twelve hours later-

You would not believe it ! Nick was waiting outside St. Regis for the entire morning, waiting for me to come out, and concierge got so sick of his persistence that they resorted to calling me which I specifically told them not to. Well obviously I didn't run out like the excited little child, as much as I wanted to ... but I was so happy and it was probably plastered all over my face.

He took me on a picnic at Central Park at our old spot next to the pond. It was so nice, sitting there and catching up on our lives since he left. I thought it would be really awkward, but it really wasn't. It felt like old times again, until he leaned over and kissed me ... thank god nobody was around. But wow ... I'm still blushing from the moment !

He also mentioned something that he found out while rummaging through Justin's room for socks. It was a photo of Sierra, buried in his underwear drawer! That almost sounds creepy if Nick didn't turn it over and read the SWEETEST love letter on the back. It was dated a couple of months ago, but according to Nick, he's apparently been after her for Y-E-A-R-S. Seems to be one hell of a commitment for Justin Vanderbilt. Even I was surprised by that.

Basically, the perfect day ended with the perfect sunset with the perfect guy and the perfect kiss. Life feels good, until my mother called me. She decided to remind me that there were five days left until the ball. Thanks mum.

Labels: Lee

New York Society

The opening of ABSENT caused a stir amongst the upper east side yesterday when nearly everyone who was anyone appeared... [turn to page 9] The Lee family, close friends with the Racheliers, were there by their side the whole way, and causing an even bigger hype with the news of the long awaited annual ball in just 7 days! Adelyna Lee (wearing [vintage Vivienne Westwood] ?) was there with Celeste Rachelier (in a gorgeous Chanel mini), as the two posed for the paparazzi (see photos page 13)... The Vanderbilts were also there, with many welcoming the return of Nick Vanderbilt, back from his studying in France... Gemma Rose Darling (in blue Pucci) arrived with her new husband Weston Davids and daughter Sierra (in Victoria Beckham), posing as a happy family... [ADD MORE RA RA RA]

TMZ:

AND WHAT IS THE HOTTEST PLACE TO BE RIGHT NOW? Yes, that's right boys and girls- ABSENT, opened yesterday by a throng of NYC elite on Madison Avenue is now up and running for y'all. That is, if you can get in first. On the first opening night; tonight- the lines, our sources have reported, is wrapped along the whole block and down the street. Bouncers were last seen having trouble with two scantily clad girls trying to pass off as relations of the Racheliers (owners). Anyways, if you want to see the real Upper East side, and want to BE SEEN, ABSENT is the place to be. blah blah blah add more [brain dead ._.]

TWITTER GOSSIP:

JessickaaHoward: @RihannonBlake OMG OMG OMG!!! I'M AT THE FRONT OF THE LINE TO GET INTO ABSENT BITCHHHHHHH X [43 users like this]

TMZTWITTER: Just spotted @LynaLee and @JVanderbilt going in through the red ropes. Ooooh together?

Labels: gossip

Diary dear.

Yesterday was simply one of the worst in my life. After a whole day of taking on the role of "tourguide" for Asshole, upon coming home, I was promptly shoved in the face with an invitation to go to the opening of the Rachelier's hot new club. Apparently my darling mother had totally forgotten about the event until the last minute, until one of her socialite friends asked if she was going. Yes, mother dear. Thank you so very much for forcing me to take Teddy around town, AND expecting me to LOOK MY BEST AND BE READY FOR A PARTY WITH 2 HOURS NOTICE. Psh, yeah right. Luckily, I had just the right dress for the opening of a club: The one I was going to wear to the Delights ball, (yes diary, the skanky-look-at-me-i'm-a-whore-dress). Now mom cant make me wear it anymore, since it's so against her fashion morals. And now I don't have to pretend I'm related to her anymore, even though I am. Teehee.

The only good thing was that Asshole wasn't going, since he dropped dead the moment we got home, still suffering from jetlag. Aww, poor baby. I was simply devastated with his absence. Oh diary, hear my sarcasm. Anyways. I got ready in time, luckily, with the help of mom's makeup crew and stylists. Que and Brad knew their stuff that was for sure. I mean, obviously they needed talent and skills to make my drop dead hideous (okay i'm exaggerating) mother into one of the top supermodels in the industry today. Come on, puh-lease. Well, the opening was huge. Everyone was there: from the famous for being famous families- the Hiltons, Belles, Kardasians etc. to the actual elites of society- Vanderbilts, Rutherfords and Davidsons- the paparazzi was going craaaaazy. The Racheliers are an old prestigious family, with distant Russian roots, but there was major scandal years ago when the old man of the family, Brandon Rachelier suffered a heart attack while in bed with Cuban triplets and died. Since then the family has been trying to regain their former position in the creme de la creme of New York society, but let me tell you, it has been hard and bitter. I used to be quite close to the heiress actually. Celeste Rachelier and I went through the awkward primary school to highschool period together, but when her family started getting tainted with bad waters, my mom didn't want the bad press getting mixed with the Cordace name. Obviously now we're not close anymore, afterall we had a rather public fall-out right before she got sent aboard to finish her highschool years. She called me a bitch (When you were 11, the word "bitch" was VERY rude ok.) and I called her a "ho", since "it was in her genes anyways". Yes i know, what a little bitchy girl I was... Oh well. It was still pretty weird when I saw her tonight. We both had this forced smile on the whole entire time we said "hi" AND IT WAS SO AWKARD OH MY GOD. Anyways, she was with Adelyna Lee, BFFL. It's sooooo weird. I keep on seeing that girl EVERYWHERE. Sure, we had social run ins before, but not like this... I only know her through Aaron, and me and Aaron aren't exactly on good terms.

ANYWAYS. THE WEIRDEST PART OF MY NIGHT was when I was with Chloe Belle and Sasha Evans, two actual close friends of mine when I bumped into Nick. NICK. NICKY. okay he HATES being called that, but MY LITTLE NICKY IS BACKKK. OH this reminds me, I have to kick Justin's ass sometime soon for not telling me. But those two never got along well :/ Anyways, he was HOT AS BABY. I know he is Justin's twin and all, but omg. THEY DO NOT LOOK ALIKE. Justin's got the whole golden society boy look down pat (think Zac Efron cross with Josh Duhamel) while Nicky is more like.. a brooding, Adam brody-esque. Except younger and more-delicious and without the facial hair. AND it seems like the french suited him. He'd filled out what was previously lanky with yummy muscles. So now he was all very very tall and nice looking with lovely biceps. OH WOW, look at me just going on about him. One would think I LIKE HIM. but no. We were just friends. (with benefits) Okay i'm joking. I wish. But, I cannot betray my bestie by telling him how much I wanted to screw his brother. SO LETS JUST LET THIS REST. (god i hope no one reads this).

HEHE. Well I saw him talking to the Lee chick. Boo her. Seriously what was with this whole new "Adelyna craze" going on? I'm not jealous, just... weirded out. Justin seems to like her, Nick did too (or still does, whatever), Teddy was all over her (but then again, he'd be all over any hot chick..). Agh. What is going onnnnn? So what, she's gorgeous, and she's got the whole ethnic thing going for her but . OKAY, SIERRA CORDACE YOU ARE NOT JEALOUS. YOU ARE NEW YORK CITY'S HOTTEST PROPERTY, AND SOME LITTLE PRETTY GIRL ISN'T GONNA TAKE THAT CROWN AWAY FROM YOU.

Oh my god, that reminded me. Nick promised he'll catch up with us after the party, since Teddy was here and all and he wanted to come say hello. Or some thing.
But he didn't. I vaguely remember someone saying how he helped little miss i'm-so-helpless Lee into a limo and left for a hotle.
skank.
psh. bitch needs to be tought a lesson.
And I've got the perfect weapon.

Nicky Vanderbilt. You're mine.

xxSierra

Labels: Cordace

Woke up today ... and felt horrible. The reason?

I decided to go clubbing last night. Tyce Rachelier, awesome friend and neighbour invited me to the grand opening of his dad's newly bought club down at Madison's. It was pretty good, and obviously over-protective Tyce only let me have a couple of cocktails at the beginning.

The upper east side are definitely serious about their partying. The guest list was full of those from prestigious families and the most sought after socialites; basically everyone who mattered was there. The press were obviously there, inside and out, snapping away at those who walked along that fabulous red carpet laid down at the entrance. I still think the kitchen entrance is much better. No waiting around for society's bitches to get a move on and blinding flashes of light.

I obviously wanted to avoid as many familiar faces as possible and Tyce fully understood. His sister and my wonderful best friend, Celeste Rachelier took me around to a private room where we sipped on martinis till our hearts content and caught up on all the events that have happened since C came back to New York. She spent the last two years in Paris for boarding school, and so this is the first time I've really seen her as I've been hiding out at St. Regis.

However ... we were interrupted half-way through the night by a very unexpected guest. Apparently I didn't get the news that Nicholas Vanderbilt had returned from London. I place the blame entirely on St. Regis.

Celeste just winked at me and let us 'catch-up'. That bitch set us up ! Not that I hate her for doing so ... Nick was every bit as handsome as he was before he left for England, and maybe even more so. But I can't really rely on my judgments as I was already a little unstable from all the drinks; and him, being the perfect gentleman he is, helped me back to my hotel.

I don't remember anything after passing out on the bed.

I did find something interesting as I emptied out my LV this morning. A napkin with a number and call me. Maybe Nick wanted to catch up properly? So of course I dialled ... and got directed straight to voicemail. My message sounded so forced ! "Hey Nick! It's Lyna, Want to go grab brunch at the french cafe on Madison's tomorrow? Call me back."

Now let's play the waiting game.

xlyna

Labels: Lee

That guy was un-fucking-believable.

It's a mystery how a lady as nice as aunty Nicola could've EVER given birth to such a horrid, disgusting, loathe-able PIG out of her. After we took off on our journey to "explore" the "wonderful city of New York", Teddy insisted on us showing him the great party places, (translation: strip clubs). Since I know of none, Justin and Asshole began a quite animated discussion on buying this hot burlesque club on the corner of Madison Avenue. How totally GG. -eyeroll-

So they told the driver to go up to Madison to check it out, and I stayed in the car checking for gossip, and apparently snappers spotted little miss darling Adelyna Lee in The French cafe.It was funny coz I knew exactly what she was wearing (disguises obviously) and exactly what she was eating. So weird. Tummy grumbling, realising I only had a bowl of fruit salad prior to picking up Asshole, I waited impatiently for Idiot 1 & 2 to come back. When they finally got back, I gave them knowing glares. They both had their pearly whites on show, a picture of innocence. No doubt they had properly "investigated" the place. Ignoring the two, I told the driver to go to Caffe Notta. Except at that moment, Teddy decided to play with my phone.

"HOLY SHIT, DUDE LETS GO FRENCH CAFE."

"ASSHOLE, GET YOUR SLIMY FINGERS OFF MY PHONE."

"GUYS AND CHICKAS, CALM THE FUCK DOWN."

Eventually, however- I found myself going down the road to the French cafe. Teddy, all throughout the trip began spewing shit about how hot he thought the Lee heiress was, and Justin just sat there with this weird little smirk on his face. Knowing how he caught Nick (who was his twin) and Adelyna making out on HIS bed, I felt a little ping of sympathy towards her. However, it was still too funny. :)

SO, we got there without too much mishaps, and upon walking in, Teddy immediatley accosted the poor girl sitting in the corner. He really should learn how to talk to a girl, I thought as I rolled my eyes and found a booth to plonk my ass down with Justin. But Justin was acting a bit weird. He kept glancing over to the table where Adelyna was trying to ward off Asshole's advances and squirming.

Having known the dude since forever, I kicked him in the shins.

"WHAT, DON'T TELL ME YOU LIKE HER AS WELL."

He glared at me, but made no comment. Sighing, I sat back and watched Justin dwell in his pitifull misery. Joking. He started hitting on the too over eager waitress, taking care not to take off his sunnies. Adelyna seemed like the type of girl who would make Justin happy. She loved to have fun; from what I've heard, but unlike so many of the other rich kids over here on upper east side, she knows where to stop as well, and I respect her for that. Grimacing at Justin's antics, and the uncontrollable giggles coming from the waitress, I formulated a plan.

Taking a pen out of my purse, I quickly jotted down Justin's number on a napkin, with the words "call me". Knowing the only reason Justin had got so angry at his twin was because he was making out with HIS "dream" girl, (I mean, seriously. Justin probably spreaded his share of herpes on Nick's bed before) I decided to push fate a little.

Walking up to Teddy and Adelyna. I tugged the asshole away and subtly dropped the piece of napkin down her bag. Fingers crossed, I gave her a little smile and walked back to where the two pitiful excuses of male existance stood and promptly dragged them out.

Sighing, I glanced back at the girl before settling back in the limo.
"So, tell me. How come all big, badass dickheads like yourselves seems to go for THAT (with a flick of my hand at the direction of the French cafe) type of girls huh?"

They mumbled unintelligible replies and I gave up, sitting back and tried my hardest to enjoy the rest of the ride.

Labels: Cordace, happenings

Eighth day at the St Regis ... well I watched all of the good pay-as-you-watch movies and even Disney channel bored me. So ... I decided to head out to town for a day, heavily disguised of course.

It was such nice weather! Spring is really setting in now, too bad I couldn't appreciate all of it in my sunnies and stuffy over-sized coat. Thank god for modern buildings and the invention of air-conditioning. The French cafe was absolutely lovely, it was nice to have a sit down breakfast again. Danish, white chocolate mocha and newspaper. Nothing could have spoiled this morning, until I jinxed myself.

In waltzes Teddy Cordace with who I believe to be Sierra Cordace and Justin Vanderbilt. Two emotions: 1. Hatred - or some very deep dislike for that bastard Teddy. 2. Embarrassment. Last summer when I was in New York ... Justin caught me with his twin, Nick making out on his bed. That was before Nick got sent off to England ... I really wish I never let him go ... but no time for reminiscing.

Unfortunately for me, Teddy was well acquainted with my disguised self, having gone through my wardrobe several times looking for ... things. I can safely say that I don't dislike him anymore, I LOATHE every fibre in his body. After commenting on my lack of style, taking a large bite out of my apple danish, criticizing my taste in food, wiping his fingers all over my Burberry coat, shamelessly hitting on me and asking me where Aaron was, Sierra finally managed to drag him out of the cafe with an apologetic smile on her face. For a rumoured queen of bitches, she seemed awfully nice.

After that horrible incident ... I decided to head back to the hotel to watch more Disney channel. I really can't wait till that ball is OVER.

xlyna

Labels: Lee

6:30 : the maid shaking me awake.
6:45 : finished showering.
7:00 : finished breakfast.
7:50 : finished dressing and makeup.
8:30 : woke up.

So, I got in the town car at 8:30, and made the 45 minute trip to JFK. Then I had to trudge my way through the gazillion people to go to the receiving area for first class where I sat, waiting for that stupid asshole to show up. And he did. at 10:30, with two blondes hanging off his arm. Just my luck.

However, I dirty glared them off, and was rewarded with a disgusting "puppy dog" stare from my beloved cousin. EWYUCK. Anyways, the conversation in the car back to the penthouse went something like this: (keep in mind this is a 45 minutes trip)

T: SO, baby cousin. How's it hangin' ?
S: fuck off.
T: Awww, is this any way to treat a much loved relation?
S: I wasn't aware I was related to shitheads.
T: I'm hurt Si, honestly.
S: Go die in a hole.
T: -backed off-

Yes.

Anyways, he did the obligatory sucking up to my mother, who absolutley adores him, even though she has no relation to that part of the family any more. It was painful to watch, really. But yeah. Afterwards, it was apparently my duty to take him out and show him the sights and deciding it's better to share this pain with someone else than shoulder it alone, I called my bestfriend out.

Justin Vanderbilt, beautiful male specimen and hilarious prankster is my bestfriend. He is also part of the family the producers of GG based off. Rich, old money New York, he went through girls like dirty underwear and I, unfortunatley is the recieving end of all his stories and failed come ons. He was funny though, and I honestly do hope he finds a nice girl to settle down with. However, he was also friends with Asshole. So, that factor just might make the day a liiiiiiiiiittle better for me.

Oh well, fingers crossed.
I'll tell you how it goes tonight, toodlies.

xxSi.

Labels: Cordace

Can you believe it?! NINE DAYS. My household has gone ... crazy yet again.

Mum: Control-freak. Murderous. Stressed out. In need of a holiday. MUST AVOID AT ALL COSTS. She's lost it and I swear she hasn't slept since last Tuesday. Her make-up supplies have to be replenished frequently due to the immense amount of powder, concealer and whatever else she's using to disguise the stress pimples, frown lines, and panda eyes, and when I say frequently, I mean five times a day.

Dad: Buried in his stocks, newspapers and business meetings, in other words, avoiding my mother as much as he can. OBVIOUSLY he understands the importance of this ball, otherwise he'd actually be trying to help. My poor father, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Aaron: He has gone M.I.A, not that either of my parents care, the ball is much too important compared to their troublemaker of a son. Well at least he's nice enough to text me updates on his whereabouts every night. That's one less person to worry about ... I think ... he just informed me his old drinking pal Teddy Cordace is paying the big apple a visit. I can't believe HE got invited to the ball, it's disgraceful. I hope Aaron knows better than to go look for that asshole again.

As for me, I've been hiding out in a room at St. Regis' and avoiding society. The Delights Ball is HUGE, and so I say; better safe than sorry.

xlyna

Labels: Lee

Hmmmn, the Delight's ball is in nine days, and here I am spluttering and sneezing like there's no tomorrow. I really don't know what is up with my life these days. School is just horrible right about now, which is one of the main reasons I haven't written in you for a long time, diary. Mother has alternated between being EXTREMELY nosy and forgetting that I even existed these days. And I've been getting more than enough attention from my new stepdad. Where did the old times go? Why couldn't it be like before, when I had my own life and they had theirs and we only came in contact when I busted the credit limit? UGH, this is more than frustrating. And to make matters worse, my darling cousin, note the dripping sarcasm, decided to come and visit new york! Well FUCK (excuse my french) ME DEAD. Why cant he keep his dick and pants in bloody Italy WHERE HE BELONGED.

Yes, ladies and ladies. Notorious "ladies man" (or in my words, SLEAZE) Teddy Cordace is about to touch down new york city TOMORROW AT 9:30. And I, supposedly being the one who knows the city, is meant to go pick him up and show him around town. and i'm expected to be "nice" to him when the last time we saw eachother was when he made a particularly disgusting remark to my friend back in Milan, causing her to giggle and blush the whole entire night with me in the end, having had enough, went up to him and smashed my gelato down his pants. Oh we ended on good terms, certainly. AND to think, he's gonna be in NYC indefinitely since he's just graduated AND he's gonna be living with ME.

watch out teddy boy.
you just might find a frog or two down your pants this time :)

xxSi.

Labels: Cordace

sierra
drop that beat honey
history

18 years ago British supermodel Gemma Rose Darling met top tier photographer Nathaniel Cordacé at a Milan fashion week afterparty. She was a mere 19 years old, and he, 27. Both were successful in their respective industries, and an innocent love bloomed between the two. They were married on impulse on a beautiful sunny day in a quaint little Italian town where Nathan was born and they were happy for a year or two, a lifetime in the fashion industry. But soon enough the inevitable spoils of the high life took its toil on the couple. They divorced two years later and each went their own respective ways, albeit not on friendly terms.


The product of this union was a little girl born during one of the happier moments in their marriage. On the 11th of March, 1992, Sierra Cordacé came into the world. She was a sunny child, but she grew up way too fast. After her divorce with Nathaniel, Gemma Rose went back into the fashion industry and recreated her image as a catwalk siren. Through the course of 16 years, she remarried seven times- all to men with one thing in common: impossibly large bank accounts. Somehow or rather, the relationships always fizzled out with a messy divorce, leaving Gemma Rose with a solid chunk of her ex-husband's grand fortune and more than enough to satisfy her expensive tastes and leaving enough to fill up her own bank account nicely without the additional income of her modeling.


So in this manner Sierra grew up. Alternating between all that is glamorous in NYC and the quintessential high life in Italy, she took everything life threw at her in her stride. Currently, she is studying for her senior year at the prestigious Woodley East highschool in New York between constant parties and events, and boys. Of course.

adelyna
sweet little girl
history

The 17 year old heiress of international company, Delights. Founded in 1888 by Elizabeth Ilene Wenshawe, the first store opened on Lexington Avenue New York. The confectionary store was an instant hit with the locals. It soon expanded across America and when technological advances permitted, the store took root in Europe, Australia, South America, and Asia. Delights has over 5000 specialty boutiques worldwide and many high-profile, licensed distributors.

Adelyna Lee was born in Sydney Australia, December 1st 1992 while her parents were on a business trip down under. Sydney still remains one of her favourite places in the world. Her mother, Isabelle Lee (neé Wenshawe) inherited the entire Delights Empire at the tender age of fifteen when Grandfather Charlie died of a sudden heart attack. Within the next five years, she graduated high school, finished her undergraduate studies at Boston University, took over the entire family business and married Matthew Lee, a successful businessman. Adelyna, or Lyna became the product of American and Chinese-Japanese backgrounds. She received her primary education in Asia, travelling between Shanghai and Kyoto. She attended high school in Australia for three years to strengthen her English before completing her secondary schooling in New York. She plans to attend university at some stage in the near future.

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and it begins the night the day beyond confused juicy. i'm going to kill that asshole ... perhaps whore memorable night out the morning... or night, after. fine weather