Socialite Synonym の小説・ストーリー

"Is that... an actual goddess?" The title of "First Socialite" was never just about a bank account or a pretty face. For Chloe, it was a combination of heritage, breathtaking beauty, and an effortless aura of sophistication. Her mastery of the arts only served as the final polish on an already brilliant diamond. "Chloe Bishop?"

Was she one of the models? As the realization dawned on me, I recalled seeing Veronica at a few gatherings at Victor’s office, where Shane often brought her friends. Veronica had been one of those socialites—people who seemed to latch onto the wealthy and successful, hoping for a taste of their success. Her presence had always been one of those calculated, opportunistic gestures. I looked at her more closely, and it became clear. Veronica was indeed one of Shane's supposed friends, someone who most likely rubbed shoulders with her for personal gain rather than genuine connection.

He’s probably out there right now, smooth-talking his way through this date. Sophia ran a hand through her hair, pulling her knees up to her chest. Shit, maybe I shouldn’t even expect him to call back tonight. If his mom’s behind this date, then she probably set him up with someone perfect, someone who fits into his world better than anyone ever could. Some trust-fund princess or one of those overly-polished socialites who knows how to charm old money out of their wallets. The kind of girl who wouldn’t question Robert’s busy lifestyle or demand more of his time. The kind of girl who would just slip seamlessly into his life, while he kept on living exactly the way he always had.

She slunk back to her hometown with nothing. After the gala, Mia and I sat on Summit Manor's terrace, gazing at the stars. Mia held a glass of champagne, still not fully processing everything. "Viv… is all of this really happening?" "It is." I clinked my glass against hers. "So… does that make me a real socialite now?" Mia asked carefully. I looked into her eyes and smiled. "Mia, a real lady of society isn't built on designer bags or fancy galas."

********** Sophie felt delighted by the attention she's getting at the moment and she wishes Sandra could see it, see how she easily could take the limelight away from her in her own party. People in High Society are very social. They realize there's a way to push their agendas by meeting new "birds of a feather", and want to connect with people, or attend events to do so. Perhaps, they're on board with a charity organization that they want to try to get a very important person on board as a sponsor of their charity to raise funds.

"How thoughtful of you to be so... attentive." As Isabella led them across the room, Sophia felt like she was walking through a minefield. Every introduction was a test, every conversation a potential trap. The other guests were polite but distant, their smiles friendly but their eyes calculating. "So, Sophia," said a woman whose name Sophia had already forgotten, "what do you do?" "I'm a social worker. I work with families in crisis, helping them access resources and support systems." "How... noble," the woman said, in a tone that suggested nobility was not necessarily a virtue. "And how did you and Ethan meet?"

"Someone is going to walk up to us and ask our rates. I'm serious. We look like—" "Like women who know their worth?" Sophie finishes. One eyebrow arched. That expression she gets when she's about to say something devastating. "Like prostitutes, Sophie. We look like prostitutes." Scarlett chokes on her vodka cranberry. "We do not—" She coughs. Wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "—we do not look like prostitutes." "We look like high-end escorts at minimum." "There's a difference," Sophie says primly. "There really isn't."

"I know Sage, she's nobody. Clearly she can't be related to someone as refined as yourself." "What did you just say?" Leo bit out, and I reached out to place a hand on his chest. "Let sister Sage handle this." I said quietly, stepped forward and looked at Sophia directly. "What were you saying about me being unrefined?" "Oh, you're not just unrefined…" She said and looked at Leo before turning to look at me. "You're also a social climber. How many more men are you going to cling to just for popularity?" I pressed my lips together and snorted.

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time

One thing she got to know about him was that he was obsessed with the money related things. "Uh.." Another thing, he was brutally honest. No one should be this open to actually tell a stranger such things like this. "Well, I have said what I wanted to say. It was nice to finally meet with the Great Anderson Princess everyone talks about in the social gatherings." Zaria Smith blinked at his words. "Great Anderson Princess?" "Yep, it's the nickname for you. Everyone wants to be acknowledged in the social circle by matchmaking their useless sons with you. You are the golden key." Simeon nodded, bending his fingers like he was quoting the repeated words which he had heard a ten thousands of time