![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The shoes meant for Lili had three-inch curvy heels with ankle straps fastened by a tiny ribbon. "And these are for you, Lili," said her mother, pulling a chic pair of black shoes from one of her overflowing Goyard suitcases and tossing them into the eager hands of Ashley Li. They got along just fine without Jeanine - duh, room service! - but it was always better when her mother was home, not least because she always brought back a ton of cool gifts. was left at home in their penthouse apartment in the Fairmont Hotel with her stepbrother, Ned. The only kind-of-bad part was when her mother disappeared for weeks at a time because some rich guy wanted her to sail around the Caribbean with him or hang out at the Cannes Film Festival. Sometimes girls at school - non-Ashleys, of course - asked her if it was a drag having a former supermodel for a mother, as though getting great genes (not to mention an endless supply of great jeans) was a bad thing. Jeanine Alioto was as beautiful as ever, tall and willowy, her long dark hair perfectly razor-cut and blow-dried, her eyebrows immaculately threaded, her lips injected with just enough Venezuelan bee serum to make her mouth a seductive pout. "I missed you, too, Mom." Ashley Alioto - otherwise known as A.A., one of the tween triumvirate of Ashleys who were the acknowledged social elite of Miss Gamble's School for Girls - smiled up at her mother. ![]()
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