Y/N is the daughter of a famous director. After a breakup, she decides to return home to California where she meets Scarlett Johansson and Elizabeth Olsen. What happens when she falls for the two famous actresses? And what happens when they both fal...
Jeanie leaves by lunchtime, leaving me with a free afternoon before I have to prepare for my dinner at Lizzie's house. I rewatch a few episodes of one of my favorite shows, One Day At A Time, before it's time for me to get ready. Lizzie texted me earlier in the day telling me that dinner will be at eight so I get up from my couch and shower by half past five.
It only takes me an hour to get ready. I check my reflection in the mirror and I like what I see. I'm wearing comfortable clothes and very light make-up, perfect for a dinner at home with a new friend.
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After saying goodbye to Carmen, I text Lizzie to tell her that I am on my way. She texts me her address. I pin the location on my car's GPS and follow the directions to her place.
Just like Scarlett's, Lizzie's home is intimate and welcoming. It's clean and minimalistic, only decorated with a few potted plants, books and some picture frames. I look around, admiring the neutral colors and open concept that give her home a nice, uncluttered feel.
"You have a lovely home," I say as I enter.
"Thank you. I appreciate that. And thank you for coming over."
"Thanks for inviting me."
"I actually didn't think you were going to come," she says as she leads me to the kitchen.
I look at her with furrowed brows. "Why did you think that?"
"I don't know." She shrugs, taking a couple of glasses from a cupboard and a bottle of red wine from her cooler. "I guess I just thought since we aren't that close, that you just agreed to my invitation because you didn't want to be impolite. I mean, let's be honest, you don't invite someone you met once at a party to your home."
I chuckled. "You're right about that, but I mean, we did really get along at Chris' party."
"We really did, didn't we?"
"Yeah. I enjoyed your company, Lizzie. So I agreed to coming over because I want to get to know you better. Maybe, I don't know, officially be friends?" I softly smile at her, hoping that she sees the sincerity of my intentions.
Lizzie beams at me and I feel my heart glow at the sight. She pours wine on both glasses and hands me one. "Yeah. That's why I invited you. To officially be friends."
Taking the glass, I clink it against hers in cheers. "To officially be friends."
We take a sip from our glasses before Lizzie gently takes me by the arm to give me a tour of her house. Since the place has an open concept, the tour doesn't take very long. She simply walks me over the fully stocked kitchen and the tidy and quite contemporary living room. I gush when she shows me her pantry, remembering our previous conversation about our love for all things food related.
When we were at Chris' party all those weeks ago, I told her about how I started cooking. I was a terrible cook before I lived in London but as I gained independence, I also began discovering the joy and therapeutic feeling of cooking. The whole process has become a delight to me. From buying what I need from the market, to the preparations, to the cooking process itself, I truly see it all as enjoyable now.
