Olandria Carthen missed her flight. That was the opening move of what Anastasia Beverly Hills had quietly arranged for her 28th birthday weekend in Miami, and it still could not slow the whole thing down. She caught the very next departure, landed, and walked through the front door of a waterfront house already stocked with pink towels, custom bow-topped party hats, a fully loaded brunch spread, and a private chef stationed by the pool. For anyone who has ever shown up late to something that turned out to be waiting for them anyway, the whole scene lands differently.
A house that knew exactly who was coming
The Anastasia Beverly Hills team built the space around Olandria‘s identity from the ground floor up. A piano sat near the entry alongside welcome drinks and body shimmer. The kitchen held a full brunch setup flanked by balloons. A snack cabinet stocked with sweets ran alongside a liquor supply that made multiple guests pause mid-tour. Every guest room came preloaded with T3 styling tools, MetaCube skincare devices, Victoria’s Secret slippers, Ola Doll merch, and Anastasia makeup. The two rooms shared between the twins and the guys followed the same brief: pink robes, pimple patches, full bathroom setups, and an itinerary for the weekend tucked into each space.
The queen suite waited upstairs behind double doors. Inside: a personal bottle of reposado, a dedicated hangover recovery cabinet, pink pajamas, a pair of heels covered in pink bows, a balcony overlooking the pool, and a balloon display that spelled out ‘Happy Birthday, Olandria.’ She came back to those heels twice during the tour. ‘I feel like these heels scream Ola Doll,’ she said, holding them up to the camera. ‘Like, y’all got to just, cuz, like, y’all know my symbol is the pink bow.’
The pool deck added another layer: pink towels bearing the Anastasia logo, a hot tub, a boat docked directly outside, and a setup for poolside dinner that the private chef was already prepping when guests arrived.
Two people from Bama, sitting by the pool at 28
Before the rest of the group filtered in, Olandria and her longtime friend Neife sat on the balcony for a stretch of time that clearly meant more than the house tour. The two met their freshman year at Tuskegee, where both were computer science majors. She described late nights in the business school building, which she called Brimmer, coding in C++ until 2 a.m., the kind of sessions where a full program would crash right before it was due. ‘We’ll be in the classroom literally with tears in our eyes,’ she said. ‘It’s 2:00 a.m. We crying, struggling, stressed.’ Neife eventually graduated with the degree. She chose to leave junior year. Sitting beside the pool in Miami, he told her the same thing over and over: ‘I’m just so proud of you.’
The rest of the weekend moved fast. Dinner arrived poolside that first night, Caesar salad, spinach, something Italian, mac and cheese, and chicken cooked by the private chef. The group headed to a recording studio later, running an hour behind schedule in a downpour, Olandria in heels with house shoes stashed in her bag as backup. Morning two began with a Pilates and prosecco session, brunch, and group massages. Day three opened at 9 a.m. with Olandria banging on doors: yacht day, jet skis, and wakeboarding, fueled by steak and egg sandwiches and at least one guest who greeted the morning with a shot of Don Julio before finding his swim trunks.
The bouquet she wanted to ship home
Between the massage session and the glam hour before the club, Olandria stopped in front of a large pink bouquet from the ABH team and held it at arm’s length for a moment, turning it slowly. She said she wanted to find a way to ship it back to the new penthouse.
She had missed her flight to get there. She still made it in time for all of it.
