Confessions of a Sociopathic Social Climber Page #3

Socialite sisters|Dove and Fawn Greenstein...

well,|they sent out these keys.

Invitations to the Royal Ball, the|biggest party to hit this city, ever.

Anyone who is anyone is gonna be here|benefitting Youth Aid International.

It's going to be|the most exclusive party...

more exclusive|than Oprah's fiftieth...

more decadent than|Puffy's White Party!

And this key, this will|open the front door...

Where's my key?

to Covington Castle.

,Had to call best friends|Ferguson and Frangipani.

Meet me at 17th and Market|Street! It's an emergency!

Maybe it's in the mail...

You're right.|I have to be invited.

You're definitely invited.

Teddy, why is it|so freezing in here?

You should've|dressed accordingly.

-It's June!|-Come on, it's called Igloo.

-There's two more ice-tinis.|-I mean why wouldn't I be invited?

Will you stop! You're|definitely invited, okay.

And in case you're wondering...

I think that I'm in love.

Okay, I'll bite,|who is he?

Hans.

I told you not to mix|business with pleasure.

Please. Office romances|are tr?s common, sweetie.

You are an escort, darling.|Not an insurance salesman.

Okay, whatever...

Sorry I'm late. I was|speed dating for a billionaire.

You just got divorced from your|fourth husband three weeks ago.

But I'm so lonely.|I hate being single.

I don't know how|you two do it.

So, what's the emergency?

The Royal Ball!

Will you tell her that|she's invited, please?

Of course she's not invited.|Dove Greenstein hates you.

She does not hate me!|Fergie, does she hate me?

No, she... Well...

you tried to sleep with her ex-husband|before he was an ex...

That was months ago.|People move on.

I did not sleep with him|he was up my dress.

I've been meaning to ask you to read|this novel I've been working on.

Hello?|In the middle of a crisis here.

-I don't want to bug you.|-You already are.

It would mean a lot of me if you|would read it and give me some notes.

And the grant deadline's|in two weeks...

and twenty-five thousand|dollars is a lot of money.

Twenty five thousand dollars?|What do I get out of it?

What do you mean?

I mean how long|do we all get free drinks?

You know what, they've been|really cracking down on us...

make it 3 month and you've got a|deal. Drop this off at my office.

Next round...

Why me?

Because you're too charitable|for your own good, that's why.

Now see, why don't you do|tell that to Dove Greenstein?

Don't worry. These socialite|soirees are so overrated.

That's an invite|to the Royal Ball!

I was just trying|to make you feel better.

How could you think that I was going|to miss the party of the century?

-Anyone who's anyone will be there.|-Well, except for her.

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