☁️: this is the last chapter you're gonna love me for, i need to soak in all the love for this one cuz it's all i'm getting for a while i already know it😭
...not proofread BUT i ran it through grammarly so we'll see how that works out!
! *warning* this chapter contains smut !
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Olivia had passed the stairs checkpoint. She did it, she's practically done! After the next few of these photos, she'll be free from the shackles that the cameras hold on her. Soon, she'll be able to walk into the venue and connect with all of her famous friends... because she has those now, of course. The only wracking thought in the poor girl's mind was the fear of seeing the girl that she used to know.
Minnie was supposed to take the escort to the Gala with Shawn, but seeing as though he is the last person she wants to see right now, she snuck out the back to flee the paparazzi and drove all the way in her very civilian-looking car. Only when she wanted to play music did she realize she left her purse back in the hotel room. Great. No phone.
Olivia had gone to fetch herself a glass of punch, as she had finally gotten away from the clusters of big names. Never did she ever think she would find herself exhausted from meeting the people she idolizes. It was hard enough trying to talk to everyone, and the loud pounding music above the voices of everyone only made it harder.
Minnie had a Jeep and a dream, and somehow it came true. Sneaking onto the red carpet had to have been her biggest accomplishment of the year besides the Worst Girlfriend Ever trophy that she most definitely deserved the physical form of right about now.
But she had to take her mind off of that right now. Her only goal was to make it to the red carpet and be seen. To be seen and therefore witnessed by the media. Maybe there was a subtle flaw with the overall absence of her very famous date, but that's on him. At this point, she was just living for the media. Nothing she did was for herself anymore. She couldn't really say she had an issue with that though, I mean, hasn't she been living for her parents her entire life? The only time she was ever free was... you know. And so, with the metaphorical chains dragging at her ankles, Minnie was able to get through the soul-crushingly long process of taking photographs and make it to, finally, the actual gala.
What she had not been aware of is that the atmosphere had shifted the second she entered. Two familiar auras, so long since they've mingled... sharing a space once again. It's funny how time can affect how easily one can sense the other. They thrive on opposite sides of the vast expanse, on different pages that are stuck together, and yet are oblivious to the fact that they stand a mere amount of feet from each other.
Olivia had been the first to see Minnie. All she wanted was a taste of punch. Instead, she got the halting of her breath production as she dropped the ladle back into the punch bowl, ignoring the splash that rose a good five inches above the liquid surface.
Minnie's outfit was nothing short of eye-catching. It was an ode to the 1950's take on lingerie. Of course, American fashion. Olivia knew she must have had a say in what she wanted to wear, just by the curl of her hair, the clear adoration for femininity, and the dashing smile on her face, speaking with a group of people whom Olivia couldn't care less about.
It was the same smile that Olivia used to wake up to, orchestrated by the mouth that Olivia would mold with her own. The same smile that she had fallen in love with.
She knew she had been staring for too long, even if it hadn't even been 5 seconds since the sight of her former lover nearly knocked her off her feet. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the girl with the way her figure was complimented by the slimness of her dress. It was unbearably painful to watch Minnie laugh, for even with the music ruining any chance of Olivia catching the sound, she didn't need to; she knew it by heart.
