Story (part 3)

As Olivia descended down the spiral staircase she could hear all her friends chirping eagerly downstairs, moving closer quickly. She sped up, and as soon as she touched the first floor she met with Kristen nose to nose.
“Hey,” Olivia squeaked with glee. “I was just coming to get you guys.” One by one she hugged each of the five designer clothe clad girls standing in her house. “Lets go upstairs.” She told the crew, and all of them began climbing the staircase without stopping their gossipy conversation.
“So,” Verona a small girl with straight black hair gushed at her friends. “Did you hear that the president will be accompanying us in tonight’s gala? And that means his adorable son will be there too, and I hear from Jade that that snotty girlfriend of his is off to Hawaii for the weekend, so he’s all ours!” The upstairs hall filled with squeaks and gasps as all the girls whisper shouted things along the lines of Yes and Oh my god. Olivia walked ahead and opened the door to her massive and now spit spot room. In the center of the room laid an organized circle of soft cushions and in the middle of that an assortment of energy drinks, granola bars, chewing gums, and graham crackers.
“Ok girls,” Olivia beckoned her friends over their excited voices, as she walked to her desk and pulled the still warm paper from the printer. “Let’s begin.” Almost immediately as if rehearsed the girls took their Prada, Louis Vuitton, and Chanel purses off the ground and unzipped them, extracting pieces of paper. Each girl laid the papers in front of them face down, and waited for every other girl to be ready. Then Kristen shouted one, Verona two, Olivia three, Rachel four, Barbara five, and Hadley six.
The girls knew what to do, as this was defiantly not their first time meeting to discuss the wardrobe for an event. Actually, it was more like they knew exactly what to do. They had known each other forever, seven years to be exact, and this episode was experienced at least once a month. Their lives were busy, and there was nothing they could do about it but adapt. After a couple of appearances in the “What not to wear” or the “Worst dressed” sections of various page sixes and magazines, the clan had decided it was better to meet and decide what to wear to big events together to prevent future humiliation.
Kristen flipped her messy-but-perfect honey hair, reapplied some apple gloss on her already plum lips, and turned over the piece of paper that was lying in front of her. “Jonathan Saunders black and monochrome print black tie dress, paired with my hair in a perfect bun and a pair of silver Jimmy Choo’s. Accompanied by a black Gucci clutch, and a never ending smile.” Declared Kristen pointing at each item on her page as she went along with pride in her voice. The girls all clapped.
“Excellent choice, K, it will defiantly look awesome with your new tan.” Quipped Verona as she fixed her coal colored hair behind her ears.