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Upper East Side penthouse views, designer baby clothes flown in from Paris, her first Vogue appearance at six months old. Her birth announcement didn’t just run in the paper — it ran in Page Six. Devyn Xia Quinones was born into glossy privilege and high society headlines — the kind of girl who never had to introduce herself, because her last name always walked into the room first. Daughter of legendary supermodel Thee Brandi Quinones, Devyn was practically raised on photo sets and private jets, her childhood is a blend of camera shutters, archival items, summer in the Hamptons, yearly ski trips to Aspen, and birthday parties that looked more like Met Gala after parties.

Her mother, Brandi, was the It-Girl of the '90s Cuban-Puerto Rican, sharp-boned, full-lipped, scandalous in the way that sold out magazines. She strutted down Versace runways before she could legally drink, had her face plastered across every major billboard from New York to Milan. But Brandi was never the “mom jeans and PTA meetings”. She raised Devyn between Manhattan penthouses and Milan fashion houses, slipping effortlessly between motherhood and supermodel mystique. Devyn’s father? A vague whisper of a Wall Street titan — powerful, absent, and always “traveling for work.” Max was more of a line on her birth certificate than a father.

Devyn grew up in a world gilded with excess. Her childhood bedroom had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park, her closet filled with her mom hand-me-downs from her runway days, archival pieces, & modern items from top to bottom, and her idea of a school field trip was sitting front row at fashion weeks. Private schools, elite french tutors, ballet lessons she ditched halfway through, perfectly photographed, and utterly unattainable. But beneath the trust fund lifestyle and stacked Cartier & Van Cleef bracelets, Devyn was always sharper than people expected. Pretty, yes ; striking even, with her honey gold skin, feline eyes, and her mother's impossible cheekbones. But she had bite. Growing up under the weight of Brandi's legacy taught her that beauty opened doors, but cunning kept you in the room.

At sixteen, Devyn had already mastered the art of subtle rebellion: sneaking out of charity galas to smoke on penthouse rooftops, flirting with tabloid photographers only to have their cameras "accidentally" catch her best angles, and charming her way into exclusive parties at SoHo lofts reserved for the children of old money and underground royalty alike. By eighteen, she wasn’t just a spoiled Upper East Side socialite, she was a name on the scene. She interned (more like “networked”) at PR firms that only took clients with seven figure campaigns, was photographed at gallery openings in the Meatpacking District, and developed a dangerous taste for vintage Mugler, micro mini skirts & dresses, and the kind of boys her mother warned her about. Charming, reckless, and richer than sense allowed. But Devyn wasn’t just floating through her mother’s shadow. She was building her own brand, her own legacy. One Instagram post, party appearance, and whispered connection at a time. She became known for her bold style — vintage Gucci, Gaultier, & D&G; glossy lips, glistening diamonds, and subtle smirks that said she knew exactly how expensive she looked.

At nineteen, she soft launched her jewelry line, XIA — sleek gold pieces, minimalist but rich, dripping with quiet wealth. TikTok fashion girls lapped it up, influencers begged for PR packages, and the city’s It-Girl circuit took notice. Her pop ups in Nolita sold out before opening, but the jewelry line was just step one. Behind the designer wardrobe and spoiled reputation, Devyn has an agenda. She knows the public loves a rich, pretty girl with connections ; but they love a rich, pretty girl with substance even more. Her real goal? To carve out a space in the fashion world not as someone’s daughter, but as an icon of her own making.

Now twenty-five, Devyn Xia Quinones still rules the Upper East Side brunch tables, still shops without thinking about glancing at price tags, and still knows every doorman by name. But the cracks are still there, the whispers of her father’s hidden second family in London. The tabloid headlines waiting to explode. The private breakdowns behind locked doors. But underneath that, she’s plotting. Her mother may have ruled the runways, but Devyn? She’s coming for the industry itself — building her empire, one calculated move, one exclusive invite, and one perfectly tailored outfit at a time. And the upper east side? keeping eyes peeled—wondering if Devyn will crash and burn like so many heiresses before her… or rise higher than anyone expects.

In short: Devyn Quinones is everything at once. She’s phabulous and glamorous. An Upper East princess with cutthroat roots. And as she steps into this next chapter; her own phab lane—curating beauty, rewriting what it means to be a spoiled, wealthy, entitled woman.

Relationships & Inner Circle:

- Brandi Quinones (Mother): Their relationship is… complicated. Brandi loves Devyn, but raised her like a public project, always polished, always prepared for the spotlight. They clash often, especially when Devyn rejects her mother’s advice or dares to challenge her era's fashion ideals. But deep down, they share an unshakable bond — built on ambition, legacy, and knowing no one else really understands their world.

- Maximilian Chambers (Father): Estranged. Powerful, rich, but emotionally distant. He pays for the penthouse and tuition, but their relationship is a transactional exchange of last names and quiet resentment. Devyn has him saved as “Sperm Donor” in her phone, even calls him “Max” — never Dad.

- Kylie Jenner (Best Friend): Childhood bestie and social media confidante. Kylie comes from old money, has a chaotic, fun loving energy, and rides for Devyn no matter what. They’ve been photographed drunk in SoHo basements, stormed Paris Fashion Week together, and have matching tattoos they got at 3 a.m. in Brooklyn. Siena is loyal to the T but messy ; Devyn’s partner-in-crime and occasional PR nightmare.

The “It Girl” Rivals: The daughters of CEOs, socialites, and heiresses who smile at Devyn for photo ops but would sell their Birkin for her downfall. They see her as a threat, the girl who inherited beauty, status, and ambition. Devyn plays along ; but always keeps receipts.