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"La Merde" Chapter 1
Friday, May 15, 2009, 6:27 PM



The Girl: Nadine Chapel
The Outfit: feather covered gilet over white tank top, black skinny jeans, gold YSL tribute sandals, brown Hermes Birkin bag with a pink scarf tied around one of the handles, and Fendi sunglasses
The Location: in the back of a towncar, New York
Date: Sunday, June 13 2008
Weather: Sunny

Nadine stubbed out her cigarette in the metal ashtray on her right armrest as she flipped open her newly arrived Vogue and took a sip of her Starbucks. As she looked over the glossy pages, she thought to herself about how fantastic her life had become. 'Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry yeah. We just like to party, like to p-p-party yeah. Bang Bang! We're beautiful and dirty rich...' Nadine searched her Birkin bag for her phone as she tried to balance her drink and Vogue.
"Yes?" She held the Blackberry to her ear with her shoulder.
"Mademoiselle Chapel!" The maid shouted from the other line.
"Oui Melanie, tu n'as pas besoin de crier; je peux te comprendre.
"Le monsieur a telephones! Il a telephones!" The lady sounded frantic.
"Qui? Le...monsieur...?" Nadine searched through her brain. She gasped. "Le monsieur? Non non non, ce n'est pas possible. Il m'a trouve?" She mumbled the last phrases to herself. "Merci pour m'avoir dit, mais je dois partir. Au revoir!" She ended the call as quick as possible and threw the piece of shit that had ruined her day before 10 am, onto the leather seat next to her. "Jesu Cristo." She whispered and downed the rest of her drink. "John, we'll have to make a small detour to Dior before brunch with the girls."

"Bonjour Mademoiselle, comment ca va?" A young saleswoman dressed in a pink Dior suit asked.
"Bien." Nadine grinned, showing off her perfect teeth. She walked past the lady and to the bags section where she picked up a white Dior Le Trente Drawstring Tote, examined it, and then put it back.
"Do you need any assistance ma'am?" Another saleswoman came rushing over, a big fake smile plastered on her botoxed face.
"Yes, I'll have this," Nadine pointed at the Dior she had picked up a few seconds ago, "in black, white, pink, and brown." Nadine started walking towards the shoes section, when she turned and said, "And please put them in separate bags." She gave the lady a tight-lipped smile and strutted off.

"Heeeeeeey girls!" Nadine greeted her friends who were already sitting at their usual table reserved for Sunday brunch. Some people went to praise the Lord, but Nadine and her friends praised Chanel, Dior, and YSL. Muah muah, Nadine gave Chantelle a peck on each cheek, hugged Sophia, and surprised Celia with one of the Dior shoppping bags.
"Ahhh!" Celia shouted as she grabbed the black Dior Tote out of the bag.
"I'm glad you like," Nadine grinned, "but please, quieter, people are staring, and for the first time, I don't exactly want this attention."
They all giggled at Nadine's conceited-sounding comment.
"So... where's mine and Sophia's?" Chantelle eagerly asked.
"Oh, I would never forget about you two!" Nadine said as she handed Chantelle the bag containing the pink Dior, and Sophia, the brown Dior.
The girls excitedly clapped their hands like little girls before they tore the bags away from Nadine's grasp. Celia, always the more sophisticated one, looked from the girls to Nadine.
"Oh no, what happened this time?" She knew about Nadine's compulsive disorder to shop whenever there was something wrong.
"Nothing." Nadine sipped her orange juice.
"You're horrible at lying." Sophia said matter-of-factly.
"Look, there's nothing going on. I just passed by Dior on my way here and decided to get you all some prezzies since my anniversary with Zach is coming up soon." Nadine took a bite out of her chocolate chip pancake. She usually didn't like eating such fattening foods, but Sunday was the day of breaking the rules, though of course not the rules of fashion.
"OhmygawshIalmostforgot!Sowhen'stheparty?" Chantelle asked excitedly, her green-blue eyes widening.
Nadine crossed her black-True-Religion-Stella-skinny-jean-wearing legs, and fixed her Sonia Rykiel feather covered gilet before answering. "Mmm yeah, we're thinking of having the party at my house...a more intimate setting. It's our second year anniversary so I'm thinking it should just be close friends and family. I really don't want the media." She finished. "Oh my gawd these strawberries and kiwis are gooood!"
"Let me try!" Sophia and Chantelle sprung up from their seats with their sharp silver forks pointing daggers at Nadine's fruit salad.
"Okay okay calm down," Nadine slid the bowl to the center of the table where they all demolished the deliciousness together. She decided to wait to tell them the news. It was Sunday after all, the day of the rest. Or as they liked to call it, the drama-free day.

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