Saturday, April 24, 2010
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
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Saturday, April 24, 2010 @ 7:05 AM
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
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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.
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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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