![]() ![]() Margot’s lips, pouty from last year’s lip injections, were set in a glossy purple smile that matched the Nike swoosh on her little-used cross-trainers. There wasn’t half an inch between Serena and Margot, squared off chest to chest. They’re firm! Serena said, and stamped her foot. ![]() Anyhow, Elle had a more pressing concern. Wyatt Woods, known among the nip and tuck crowd as the Best for Breasts, had done Serena’s work. Elle refused to get involved, because her father, the trendy Beverly Hills plastic surgeon Dr. Both Underdog and Elle had heard Serena and Margot’s argument countless times before. They’re also blocking the only natural light in this room, Elle whispered to Underdog, who looked up sympathetically. So what if they’ll never sag, Margot said, unimpressed. ![]() My boobs are as perky as the day I put them on my credit card! ![]() She sat on a pink-skirted stool with faux fur trim that matched the comforter on her bed, where her Chihuahua, Underdog, was comfortably resting.Īt least mine won’t sag! Serena pointed to her saline-enhanced chest. Elle Woods glanced at the reflections of her bickering sorority sisters Margot and Serena in her vanity mirror. ![]()
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