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“Camila, come on already!” Cyrus was leaning against the hood of his black BMW waiting for his sister who had three outfit changes in the span of thirty minutes. Honestly he was pretty impressed, it usually took her longer to get dressed. He watched as his younger sister took the hundredth boomerang in front of the three bedroom house, trying to capture the perfect flick just as the sun was setting. He had to admit it was a nice shot, but after the first three he figured she would be set. They were running late as it was. He didn’t think that Nick would mind but Kim was very particular when it came to being on time. Cyrus was as well but he knew to be patient considering how important looks were – at least that’s what Camila told him. Since her being signed to Wilhelmina Models, everything came down to how she presented herself in the public.<br/>
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Though that could be said of anyone living in New York and certainly in. Yonders where presentation did mean everything; who had the latest bag, or just bagged another big client, and in this case – who was going to have the wedding of all weddings? All that shit really did set a tone for whether or not you were considered worthy to be a part of the crowd. It was a world that Cyrus tried to stay out of, but considering his line of work and the women he dated it was kind of hard to completely ignore it.<br/>
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“Alright alright!” Camila took her time walking over toward him as she was still getting used to the heels she wore. She had always been tall and now actually nearly reached the same height as Cyrus who capped just a little under six foot. “Don’t say a word,” she warned him, already spotting the hint of a smirk playing on her brother’s lips. Cyrus made a zipping motion. She looked like a clumsy gazelle. As much as being her older brother warranted him to make fun of her, he kept his mouth shut. He looped his arm through hers, finally getting her to a solid position before he helped her into the passenger seat. They weren’t that far from Nick’s new house and once they started on the way toward the Hills, which were much bigger houses, he could see that they weren’t the only ones making their way to the party.<br/>
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“I can’t believe Nick is getting married to Kim,” Camila said with a roll of her eyes. The both of them were only a year apart and had attended the same private school.<br/>
“Hey, Kim is a nice girl.” Cyrus flashed a grin in Camila’s direction. She was busy making sure the slick back bun she’d tamed her curls into managed to stay in place.<br/>
“You nearly tossed Nick out of Janet’s window when you caught them making out and don’t think you wouldn’t think twice if it were me getting married to your best friend.” It wasn’t that big of an age gap – but Camila was aware that Kim still had that highschool queen bee mentality. She was probably soaking up all this attention.<br/>
“That’s different. You guys are my little sisters.” Cyrus was also aware of how his best friend could treat women. It was why he was actually so surprised to find him marrying Kim. He couldn’t see anything being that bad about her if she managed to convince a bachelor like Nick to settle down.<br/>
“Right different.” Camila snorted. “I thought Janet said she could make it to the party.” Cyrus turned his hazel eyes back toward the road, continuing the slow drive past houses you expected to see in a homeowners magazine: so perfect they almost looked like no one actually lived in them.<br/>
“I needed her to stay a little longer in Colombia. She’ll be here. a couple of days.” Janet was one of the few people who was actually in on the family business. Dealing with import and export of drugs could get tricky and he needed the help he could get. Janet was great with their foreign counterparts and being a beautiful woman helped as well. It meant it was easier for her to stay under the radar. She was great with money too, something his father wasn’t and Janet had been the one helping him clean up the financial mess the old man left behind. It was her going through their father’s records after his death that led to her finding out Cyrus’ hand in it. At least now she knew where the money was coming from, something his step-mother didn’t care to question. As long as her card went through she was happy. Perhaps that was why she so quickly moved on after barely getting his father in the ground. Not that anyone was surprised, Marilyn had long grown tired of ignoring his father’s adulterous ways. She found her own little boy toy to tote around. They were in Italy last he checked.<br/>
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Eventually they pulled up to the home, a young freckled boy eagerly meeting Cyrus at the driver’s side to take his keys.<br/>
“Christ,” he whispered as he adjusted the sleeves of his suit. Kim certainly had gone all out. White balloons bordered along the cobble walkways as a guide toward the house where hundreds of people fed into the home. You’d think all of Yonders had been invited and yet, you were lucky to even be allowed on the list.<br/>
“Jacob!” Camila called as she spotted an old friend. She kissed Cyrus on the cheek before scurrying off, leaving him to go and find his best friend. He reached for a glass of champagne being carted by one of the servers. Like the others he was admiring the extravagant furniture. The house was really well put together, which was only made possible by the most expensive interior designer. High ceilings, gorgeous marble decals and rare art hanging along the walls. . . he could see why people were talking. The party was being held outside in the backyard, where the sound of a live jazz band playing could be heard. He had to smirk, knowing Nick had a hand in that.<br/>
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“Cyrus!” He spun at the familiar low pitched voice probably a bit too quickly as he found himself bumping into someone. “Oh, sorry!”<br/>
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