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Post by olivia on Mar 31, 2011 11:19:39 GMT -5
The day of she had prepared her outfit with her stylist. A white chiffon see through dress that came down mid thigh with some strappy gold gladiator sandals and bracelets and more bracelets! Her hair had been recently dyed a light shade of blonde which suited the outfit quite well with the different layers and colors she had going on altogether.
Driven by a chaffeur, Olivia stepped out of a white Mercedes, nothing too fancy as shs gave her name to the usher. He smiled and said that his daughter loved her and she laughed, "That is very kind of you." As she made her way past the bouncer and into the resturant where the hostess led her two a two say table. Throughout the night people were supposed to rotate and then different famous people would begin bettering their connections.
She slid onto the cushioned side of the table before ordering a Shirley temple. Her body gave off the odor or mango as a couple of hours ago she had taken a few puffs out of her hookah to calm herself and it surely seemed to be working well on her. Once her drink arrived she began to talk to others who in return shared their morals on being a star. |
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Post by melissa on Mar 31, 2011 21:58:26 GMT -5
Will turned down the volume of the music that had been playing until it was a soft murmur as he drove up in his black BMW convertible (with the roof up, of course) and waited in a line of limousines and expensive vehicles as they dropped off only the most famous of celebrities whom had been invited to gather for this extraordinary dinner. As he waited for the line to slowly progress to the entrance, he looked out his window and stared at the high-class restaurant in awe. For years, Will had watched his parents take weeks to prepare for this annual dinner and it was during this time that he had made it his goal to someday be invited. And this year, it had finally come true. Although his television show hadn’t even aired yet, apparently the entertainment world had high expectations for him. After all, he is the son Timothy Princeton. Mr. Princeton had been invited to attend but due to a last-minute necessary trip to Paris, Will would be the only Princeton attending tonight.
Fifteen minutes later, Will had arrived at the entrance of the restaurant. A mixture of anxiety and nerves swirled around in his stomach as he stepped out of the driver’s seat of his car and handed the keys to a man in a suit that was waiting to park his car. There was one distinct reason he had chosen to drive himself to the dinner: to make a quick get-away if necessary. Will figured he might want to leave for some reason or another and instead of having to wait for his chauffer to return from using the restroom, taking a smoke or whatever it might be, Will could just drive off and be gone. After handing the keys over, Will pulled slightly on his outfit. He had decided to go simple and wore a designer black suit with a white long-sleeved button-down shirt underneath and a little handkerchief that stuck out of the front pocket of his suit. His hair looked practically the same as it did everyday. Will walked up to the bouncer, recited his name and was let in.
The first part of the party went by fine. Inside, Will had found several of his father’s television friends whom he greeted, created polite conversation with, laughed at their (lame) jokes and listened intently at their success stories as he sipped on his vodka soda. They all wished him luck on his up coming production before rotating around and talking to new people. Will had been to many business cocktail parties before and they were always filled with people who were older then he was. Influential, no doubt, but nevertheless older. Will would have liked to talk to someone his age once in a while. As he turned around to see who he would be speaking to next, he spotted a young lady in a white dress that seemed to be about the same age as he was. Will noticed the partner to whom she had previously been speaking to had just left. Thanking the heavens for his luck, he walked over to her. “Hello, I’m Will Princeton” he told her with a smile as he extended his right hand for her to shake before bending down and kissing her on the cheek as he had done to every other lady in the room. He noticed she smelled like mangos. “It’s nice to see another young adult here” he told her as he stood back up and took the seat on the other side of the table.
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Post by olivia on Mar 31, 2011 22:10:06 GMT -5
As she tried to pierce the cherry with her straw a young man approached her; a very well looking young man. Proper etiquette and chivalrous because he had kissed her cheek as she did the same to him.
"Pleased to meet you Mr. William Princeton. I'm Olivia Cedar." He then took the seat across from her and she studied his body language. Rich, educated, sucessful as she tried to analyze him deeper. "I know right? I swear these people think their jokes are amusing when they get worse each time around." As she turned at glared at her father.
"So, Mr. Princeton... What do you do for a living?" Ordering a glass of red wine Malbec and bread and olive oil. Delicious. She was tempted to shovel it all in her mouth but then realized it would not work too well. "You seem to clean for this place." With a smile at the end trying to be kind.
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Post by melissa on Apr 1, 2011 21:25:37 GMT -5
“The pleasure is all mine” Will responded when the young lady he now officially knew was named Olivia had introduced herself. Will took a sip of his vodka soda and looked from behind the glass over to where Olivia was seated. It seemed as if she were studying him but Will brushed it off and figured he was just being self-conscious in her presence. As he transferred his glass from his lips to the table top, Olivia spoke again. This time, it was about how the she didn’t find the jokes these people were making humorous before she glanced around to look at someone. Will followed her gaze and stopped at a man who was talking with a group of several other older men and women. They were all laughing loudly and Will figured they had one too many drinks.
His thoughts were interrupted though as the sound of Olivia’s voice flowed into his ears and his eyes turned back to look at her. A small chuckle escaped his lips as she commented that he looked too clean for this place. Will wondered to himself if that was suppose to be a good thing or a bad thing. Before Will answered her question, he asked the waiter to double Olivia’s order. Will was a bit hungry but more importantly, if he ordered some food to eat, he would have an exuse to stay longer at this table. That way, he could spend more time talking to Olivia and less listening to lame jokes. “Please, call me Will” he began, referring to how she kept calling him Mr. Princeton. He had to admit, he liked being called Mr. Princeton. It made him sound more professional or as if they were in an old movie, like Pride and Prejudice. “I’m a television producer. Actually my first show, the one I’m currently working on, hasn’t even aired yet. But apparently because my father is successful, I’m bound to be as well. No pressure, huh?” Will explained. He didn’t really tell people but he was feeling a lot of pressure.
Will grabbed a piece of bread that the waiter had brought them and placed some of it into his mouth. He was quite as he chewed his food and didn’t speak again until he had finished. “So what about you? Haven’t I heard your voice on the radio?” he asked her, taking a sip of the wine. The truth was, he knew a little bit more about her then just that she was a singer. Although he tried his best not to keep up with celebrity gossip, it was kind of hard to ignore someone on the covers of all the magazines in the grocery store with captions such as ‘Heading to Rehab.’ Still, Will knew better then to believe everything he had seen in those magazines. Tabloids would write badly about their own mothers in order to make a large sum of cash.
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Post by olivia on Apr 2, 2011 21:34:19 GMT -5
He was different then most guys she would have gone for. He was composed and mature and she liked the presence he carried with him. He was a man of high self-esteem in her opinion. His comment about calling him Will took her back and she nodded. "I apologize, Will..." As she emphasized the Will.
A television producer? Interesting. Humorous he was as well with his intriguing comment about pressure from his father that was cast down upon him. A small giggle escaped from her mouth as she had lowered her glass of red wine. "No pressure whatsoever, I understand coming from my own parents. A great shadow you must stand underneath, I adore your father."
Chatting about him was instantly an old subject, long gone as he asked if he had heard her on the radio. She dabbed at her coated lips with her white napkin before speaking. "Yeah, you have. And I'm pretty sure that you've seen me on television... Not your kind of course." She teased with a wink as she tore apart another piece of bread.
Another young man approached their table and asked if he could sit with Olivia. Olivia looked from dark haired Will, to the newcomer and back. "I'm a bit busy now but maybe in the next fifteen minutes or so?" She asked as she gestured her hand; cluttered with rings to the clock hanging on the wall. "Promise." As she lifted her pinky up in the air to reveal a tattoo down the side of it that read 'promise'.
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Post by melissa on Apr 4, 2011 19:45:32 GMT -5
“If anyone knows about pressure, I’m sure it’s you” Will replied with a nod, before taking another swig of his drink. It was true, Will changed the subject from himself to others rather quickly. He wasn’t pretending he didn’t know who Olivia’s family was. Please, everyone knew that Mr. and Mrs. Cedar were big-time in Hollywood. The only reason he had asked her about her career was because he really wasn’t sure if what he knew was true. When you’re famous, people make all kinds of assumptions about you and instead of believing everything he’s heard about her, he rather hear what she believes herself to be in her own words. “And thank you. My father would most appreciate your kind words.” But when Olivia said she wasn’t on his kind of television, he gave her a questioning look, not quite understanding what she meant. He was just about to ask her to explain in further detail when the other young man arrived. Will gave a small triumphant smile as Olivia decided to spend a little more time with him; though Will decided in his head that once the young man was gone, he would ask Olivia if she was sure she didn’t wish to speak with the other man at this precise moment. It would only be polite. But the thought quickly vanished from his mind as she lifted her pinky and he saw a dark mark on it. Will squinted his eyes to take a better look.
When the young man had left, Will reached across the table and grabbed her wrist lightly before turning it around so that her palm was facing the ceiling. “What’s this?” he asked her. But taking a better look, he could now tell that it was a tattoo that read ‘promise’. Will rubbed a finger against it, as if he were checking to make sure it were real. But of course it was real. “Any particular reason you got this? Are you a girl of many promises?” he asked her, his brown eyes lifting from the tattoo to her eyes.
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Post by olivia on Apr 5, 2011 7:27:41 GMT -5
As they talked, Will reached down to grab her hand as he examined the tattoo that was on her pinky. As he ran his index finger across the tattoo she got the chills as she was extremely ticklish and cringed somewhat at his touch. He asked her if she was a girl of many promises. Olivia sighed; "I realized throughout my career that I have somewhat of an impact on people so I began to use that impact for positive reasons. I began making promises to fans and to sick children in hospitals that I would make the next concert better or I would pay for their treatments." Olivia looked at her hand that was still held in his. "When you have such a power over others, you should use it for good. I am a girl of my word and I never, ever break my promises since I began the start of my career."
She wiggled her fingers in his hand before pulling it out slowly before taking his in hers; tracing small circles in his palm. "You dont trust me?" She asked him as she stopped tracing circles as no more words came out of her mouth.
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Post by melissa on Apr 5, 2011 22:50:38 GMT -5
Will looked Olivia in the eyes as she explained her tattoo that read 'promise', not realizing that he was still holding on to her hand. Will was too soaked into the words she was speaking; especially when she spoke about the children in the hospital. He agreed with everything she was saying and believed that given power such as fame and money was a blessing enabled to them so that they could bless others.
And this was exactly why Will wanted to hear who Olivia believed she was in her own words, rather then reading it straight off a magazine and taking the tabloids' word for it. He was sure they hardly ever wrote about how Olivia helped others but only focused on her mistakes. And if he would have judged her by the mistakes she has made, he would never realized what a kind person she really is.
Will now looked down as she drew circles in his palm, imagining the designs he would have if her finger was inked. As he did this, he thought over the question she had just asked him. Did he trust her? Will knew it wasn't good to immediately trust someone you had just met. But hearing what she had to say made it feel like he had known her for a lot longer. Looking back at her eyes he nodded and said "I do." Then, a smile appeared on his lips and he gave her a questioning look with his strong brown eyes. “Do you trust me?” he asked her, wondering if she would trust a guy she had just come to be aquatinted with.
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Post by olivia on Apr 6, 2011 11:57:50 GMT -5
She continued to explain the reason why she had the tattoo before asking him if he trusted her. When he replied with a yes she smiled and then he asked the same question back to her. She was taken off guard and she didn’t really think that he would ask her the same question. It took her some time to think about it before she responded. ”I do, there is something about you, but I cant put my finger on it.” She said as she looked at their hands still holding one another before quickly releasing her hand from his and she put her hands in her lap before clearing her throat. ”Well Mr. Princeton, I mean Will… that is my car outside and I hope to see you again sometime soon.”
She rose from the booth and smoothed her dress. She placed a wad of cash on the table. ”For the lovely ‘dinner’” As she used air quotes around dinner as they just had bread and wine, very classy. ”Why don’t I call you sometime…” She asked as she handed him her iPhone. ”That is… if you want to party with an animal like me!” She laughed slyly as she ruffled her bangs with her hair, fixing her chiffon lace dress. ”If not, if this is supposed to be right… Im sure to see you again.” As she winked.
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Post by melissa on Apr 7, 2011 14:48:33 GMT -5
Will rose to his feet as Olivia announced her departure, ready to give her his farewell. “I’d very much enjoy that” Will responded. He didn’t know many people in the city and it would be fun to hang out with some friends…especially with an “animal” like Olivia. Plus, he could let loose and not have to act like a professional business man. Heck, he didn’t even have to think about his television program!
As she handed him her iPhone, Will took the device into his hands and added his number under the name ‘Mr. Will Princeton.’ When he saved it, he hoped to himself that Olivia would understand what he considered to be their little inside joke. If not, he would probably look like a fool, entering his name all proper. “There you go” Will said, handing it back to her. “I hope to hear from you soon Miss Cedar.” And with that, he gave her a final bow of the head.
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