The Spark

The Last Time

The chauffeur drove me downtown in his black shiny car with tinted windows. No one really knew anything bout me here so I didn't think it was such a big deal that no one could see me. Dad was busy at work. I wouldn't say 'busy' but you can catch my drift.

Dad and I had eaten breakfast this morning together. Kaine was prepared us Greek yogurt with honey and granola. We ate it out facing the pool. Dad liked to stir the honey smoothly into the yogurt while I preferred the shoveling it in. Because of fucking jet lag I woke up crazy early and ended up just swimming laps in the pool. Kaine tended to us, bringing my dad his coffee, yapping on the phone to the landscapers about the grass that needed tending. Dad left and Kaine handed me a card and repeating that my father's wishes were not to go over board.

So here I was listening to music and leaning against the window of the car. The chauffeur tapped his finger along the window. "Alright miss, call this number when you're finished with your shopping and meet me back here!" He shoved a post-it with his number off and unlocked the door.

I pushed out, shielding my eyes from the southern sun. I stared at my options and nearly simmered on the sidewalk. Designer outlets spread across the avenue. Prada, McQueen, Armani... I thought he was dropping me off at a mall. I didn't know where to start. I wandered into the Stella McCartney store. There were a huge dresses hung randomly through the store and a woman in a pencil black dress and archd eyebrows glared at me.

"Can I help you?" She spat. Looking me up and down. I was indeed not in the highest fashion. Olive Mallery sporting a basketball Jersey and a pair of cut off shorts. 

"Ha ha, no i'm just browsing thank you." I looked at one of the dresses, checking the fabric.

The woman began tot walk back to the counter but before sitting down on her stool she looked behind her shoulder at me and said "And no photography, please."

What the hell did that mean? She thought I was some sort of low life tourist who wanted to show off to her friends she was at a Stella store. Well,I guess that was somewhat true.

That's when I saw it. A navy dress that was perfect and formal. It had quarter bell sleeves and mid length. 

I shouted out to the bitch at the counter "Miss could I try this on in a size four?"

The woman looked puzzled then got up and went to the back to fetch me one. When she handed me the dress she looked me dead in the eye and said "Be very, very careful."

It was like Cinderella's slipper. The dress was stitched in all the right places, snug yet comfortable. I was used to settling for a department's ill fitting shirts and skirts but this was the best you could get. I came back out of the dressing room and called out "I'd like to make a purchase!"

The woman took a moment to soak up the shock, she snatched it from my hands and brought it to the counter as I followed close behind. She looked at the tag and stared back at me.

"This dress is 1,300 dollars, are you sure?"

I graciously accepted her challenge "Positive."

She put the dress in a fancy paper bag along with tissue paper. I handed her my card and she glared at me while swiping it. I signed the receipt Olive Vie and left smiling.

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Tonight was the Doctor's show and I was tugging at my hair with a comb, holding back curse words. I never knew what to do with my hair. It was so thick that it knotted quickly and never obeyed hair ties and bobby pins. I put my hair in a loose bun, strands of hair coming out the front. I slipped into my designer dress and stared into the mirror. This wasn't Olive Mallery. This wasn't the girl who ate ramen for dinner and drooled over Russian boys. This was Olive Vie, the daughter of an actress who wore Stella McCartney dresses to talk show studios. Only forty eghit hours ago I was still Mallery and I kind of wished I still was. Kaine barked at me that the limo was here and I began to get tired of being driven around. I buckled my black pumps I got downtown as well. They were McQueen pumps! Can you believe it. I wobbled down the stairs and Kaine hurried me into the back of a black limo, waving goodbye as we pulled out of William's driveway. The drive wouldn't have taken long if it wasn't for the traffic getting into LA. I studied the leather seats and sighed. The limo maneuvered over the sidewalk, and down a one way street going the opposite direction.

"What the fuck!"I screamed out from the backseat.

The chauffeur ignored my scream and made several illegal cuts and parked in front of the studio. When I got out I was blasted my paparazzi cameras. No one really focused on me. I don't think anyone took my photo, screaming fans just shrieked and I made my way down the fenced off area into the studio. Someone took my ID and lead to me a seat in the front row or the auditorium. Camera buzzed on each angle, white lights flooded the stage and quickly and light for the audience to applause came on. I thought it was ridiculous they told us when the clap but I followed. Doctor Ken ran on stage in a tailored suit sitting down at a desk and waving. He said a couple of boring jokes for ten minutes or so and light came on for us to laugh, I refused this time. I imagined if Kat were here, she would yell out that this was evil and corrupt and how Hollywood and the government were taking control of our emotions.

Then Ken introduced William Vie. The crowd went wild, standing up and screaming. My dad came out smiling. He waved and strutted to his seat on the leather couch.

"So William, welcome to the show it is such a pleasure to see you!" Ken groveled.

My dad smiled and looked directly into the audience "You too, Ken. It is such a thrill to be here!"

Yeah right. Dad was complaining about coming here all morning. If it wasn't for this stupid show we'd be watching movies and eating Doritos. Next a lot Ken. 

Ken and Dad talked for a long time. Dad announced his up coming movie Man in the Shadows which was yet another action movie.

"Now, William you said you had another special announcement." Ken grinned. 

My dad looked straight into a camera and said "Why yes Ken, I would like to announce that I am now a father!"

My heart stopped beating.

That was the very last moment I would ever be unnoticed because he called out "Olive, get up on stage!"

My feet wobbled and I tried not to vomit. I Got up on the stage, a crew director helped me up and in the white lights, in front of hundreds of people in the studio audience, on national TV airing in four million homes all eyes were on me.

It is one of the moments that you'll remember for the rest of your pathetic life in detail.

This was the official start of Olive Vie...

... and everyone loved her.

The crowd was going crazy, they got up out of their seats, I was breathing heavy and people were cheering my name. Ken got up grinning.

"That's all for tonight folks, see you next week!" I was pushed off stage and let the crowd die. They were still cheering for Olive. My dad smiled.

"Well?"

"What are you, crazy!" I screamed "This changes everything!"

My dad hugged me "I know! I wanted to keep it a surprise!"

I was still panting like a dad and we left to go into the car. I nearly ran as paparazzi who ignored me thirty minutes ago almost strangled me  with flashes and questions. People were trying to grab my dress, security guards pushed them back. I leaped into the car, and we drove off as I was still trying to comprehend what happened.

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A/N:

YEAH SO THAT IS THE ACTUAL MCCARNTNEY DRESS OLIVE WORE. HERE IS THE LINK 

http://www.stellamccartney.com/us/stella-mccartney/mini_cod34365748tm.html

Turning point in the story!!!!!! What do you think! new chapeter out next week or this weekend. VOTE, COMMENT, FOLLOW.