Why I hate Cameron Warner:
1. She stole my boyfriend.
2. She is the richest teen in NYC, with more designer shoes than a department store.
3. I have to plan a party so she can be crowned Debutante of the Year. Like I care!
4. Did I mention: She stole my boyfriend!!!!
Sixteen-year-old Adrienne Lewis is a nanny in the fabulous Warner penthouse high above Manhattan. Every day, Adrienne watches eight-year-old Emma after school and constantly tangles with Emma's beautiful but wicked teenage half sister, Cameron.
In the meantime, Adrienne's best friend, Liz Braun, has also gotten caught in the seductive web of society, going out on jaw-dropping dates with the devilishly handsome and wealthy Parker Devlin.
But is Parker playing Liz, or is this just how the rich play? And can money really buy everything for girls like Cameron&;including Adrienne's own boyfriend?
Confessions of a Teen Nanny #2: Rich Girls
By Victoria AshtonHarperCollins Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2006 Victoria Ashton
All right reserved.ISBN: 006073180XChapter One
Lifestyles of the Rich and Heinous
Liz Braun scanned the sea of perfectly highlighted blond heads, searching for Jane Tremont and Belinda Martin, her two closest friends at school. She had once thought there was nothing more frightening than a horror movie. Now, as a junior at the Pheasant-Berkeley School for Girls, she realized there was nothing more terrifying than the cafeteria.
Even after three years at the exclusive private school, Liz could still feel herself plunged into anxiety when faced with the prospect of sitting alone at lunch. Liz figured this was "scholarship insecurity." The richest and most prominent families in New York City sent their daughters to P-B, with a smattering of scholarship spots given out to those students with the grades but without the bucks or social connections. Girls like Liz.
Liz finally spotted her friends at a table by the window, and her eyes widened when she noticed the girls sitting at the table next to them: Isabelle Schuyler, Princess Mimi von Fallschirm, and Cameron Warner.
Ugh, Liz thought. Isabelle and Mimi are irritating enough, but Cameron?
Cameron Warner. Totally gorgeous, totally loaded, the totally lethal subject of society columns and of most Pheasant-Berkeley gossip. A billionaire heiress, Cameron was not only a spoiled-brat wild child, she was also Liz's sworn enemy. Last week Cameron had done the unforgivable: She had stolen Adrienne Lewis's boyfriend, Brian Grady. And Adrienne was Liz's truly best best friend.
What are Jane and Belinda doing sitting near the Billionaire Bitches? Liz wondered as she crossed the crowded lunch room. And more to the point?why would Cameron and her crew allow the merely well-off to mingle with the mega-rich?
"Hey, there," Jane greeted Liz. "The glitterati snagged our usual spot." Liz loved Jane's deadpan delivery, which made even a simple statement sound like a wry observation. A hank of her thick, dark blond hair fell across her face, adding to her sophisticated quality. "However, we managed to score ringside seats for the Cameron Warner versus Mimi von Fallschirm fight." She dragged a French fry through a pile of ketchup, looking languidly at the girls at the nearby table.
"Fight?" Liz said with interest as she sat down. Is there trouble in Cameron's paradise? Today is looking up. "What about?"
"Fashion," Belinda replied. Belinda was a tiny bundle of energy, and where Liz's dark hair framed her pale skin with soft curls, Belinda's springy strawberry-blond waves cascaded halfway down her back. Belinda was always on a diet; probably, Liz guessed, because she was totally and thoroughly obsessed with fashion. Belinda joked that she was friends with Liz despite Liz's height, long legs, and big dark eyes.
"It appears there is a conflict of interest over who is going to wear what where," Jane explained.
Liz shrugged. "Big deal."
Jane grinned. "Oh, I see. You're less than fascinated by the lifestyles of the rich and heinous because your new boyfriend is one of them."
"I don't know if Parker is exactly my boyfriend . . . ," Liz said as she unloaded her tray.
Parker Devlin was the devastatingly gorgeous boy Liz had met through Cameron. He went to Dudley Academy, the same high school Cameron's obnoxious half brother, Graydon, had attended. Cameron was close with Parker through Graydon but, then again, it seemed as if every girl in the Manhattan private-school social circuit was close with Parker. He was that kind of guy.
Liz still had trouble believing that such a hot guy could actually be interested in her. According to society columns and high school gossip, Parker usually dated socialites and baby celebs. But he seemed truly interested in Liz.
Jane raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, studying Liz's necklace. "So, Liz, is that little bit of bling new? Did you get a raise?"
Liz touched the Tiffany diamond that was hanging around her neck on a thin platinum chain and flushed with pleasure. "Isn't it pretty? Parker gave it to me last night. It was the first time we've been alone since he came back from Palm Beach."
Belinda let out a low whistle. "That," she said, "is an awfully good starter set. I'd say he's your boyfriend."
"Watch out for men who give expensive presents in the beginning," Jane warned. "They make you pay for them in the end."
"Jane, what a thing to say!" Belinda protested. "Pay no attention to her, Liz."
"Who told you that?" Liz asked Jane.
"My mother." Jane picked up another French fry. "After divorce settlement number two."
"Forget her," Belinda urged. "You know how cynical Jane is about romance. Now tell us why you're not sure of Parker."
Liz was about to confess what Adrienne had told her about Cameron's wild party in Palm Beach?the one where Parker and everyone else wound up naked in the pool?when loud giggles erupted at the next table.
"And so then," Cameron said, tossing her perfectly straight blond hair and flashing her perfectly white teeth, "he says, 'No, Miss Warner, I assure you, you will see it on no one else. This is the very dress Miss Scarlett Johansson wore to her latest premiere.' So I said, 'Kevyn, I don't wear used clothes!'"
"Who is Kevyn?" Isabelle asked, taking a sip of her tea.
"Our boy at Valentino," Mimi replied, studying herself in a small mirror. She smoothed her already stick-straight black hair and powdered her already ghostly white face.
"Is he hot?" Isabelle asked. Her angelic face, surrounded by golden curls, was a complete contrast to the suggestive tone in her voice.
"Honestly, Isabelle," Mimi said putting her mirror back into her Louis Vuitton bag. "You would pay attention to help."
"To answer your question, Isabelle, yes, he is gorgeous," Cameron said.
"And Cameron would notice," Mimi said, "as she seems to be particularly interested in the working class these days. Honestly, Cam, when are you going to dump that peasant boy toy of yours?"
Liz sat up straighter. They were talking about Brian! Adrienne's Brian.
Continues...Excerpted from Confessions of a Teen Nanny #2: Rich Girlsby Victoria Ashton Copyright © 2006 by Victoria Ashton. Excerpted by permission.
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