26. Premiere

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Olivia's POV

8 Months Later

"Is that press release almost done?" My co-ceo, Pilar, ask as she walks inside my lake view office. "I really should've picked this room!"

I chuckle as I press publish on my latest review for a new movie premiering in downtown LA in just a few hours.

"I told you to choose wisely," I respond as I pack up my things.

"Wait, did you forget we were personally invited to this premiere tonight?" She asks and I shake my head no.

"Why would I go to the premiere, when I watched the movie in the comfort of my own home, weeks ago?" I ask seriously.

"First off, it's your dad's film. And secondly, we're twenty-three in Hollywood, who happens to be the newest owners of the hottest digital magazine in America."

I smile just thinking about how far I've come in the last eight months.

"Some days I can't believe it!" I say in disbelief as she points to our names on the billboard across the street. "I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming."

"And yet, you still haven't given me your guest list for our official launch party," Pilar says and I smile.

"I told you, I don't have a list. My friends and family will be there though." I tell her and she sucks her teeth.

"Well, I'll handle the list." She mumbles as she points to the red bottom heels in the corner of my office. "Now, put those on so we can go."

"Go where?" I ask, already knowing what she means.

"You won't be wearing kitten heels with pencil skirts on the red carpet with me," she continues and I chuckle as she prances out of the room.
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I smile at my dad's latest message as I walk over to change my heels, before sending heart emojis back

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I smile at my dad's latest message as I walk over to change my heels, before sending heart emojis back.

My dad and I have gotten back to the basics. And now my mom and I are , actually, on speaking terms too.—- 'It's all apart of the process', my therapist would say.

So going to this premiere, means a lot to what I've been building. But I know going, means I will see Spencer, in-person, for the first time in eight months, and I'm not sure I'm quite ready, even after all of this time.

"Pick up," I whisper as I press buttons on my cell phone and listen to the ring before hearing my therapist, Jesslyn, answer.

"Hello!"

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