Synopsis: This is the story of Livie. She is among the world's most elite in Manhattan, but then she ends up face first in the small little town of Cape Vernon, Massachusetts. She is the new IT girl, not to mention this princess has many new suitors. Who will she choose to love when every guy is pining after her?
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I never thought I would be here. I figured I would always live in the hustle and bustle of New York City. I don’t like this new place, its quiet and has no mall. No Starbuck’s. No subways or taxis on every corner. No hot dog stands. No authentic New York style pizza. No Broadway shows. And what’s worse - no friends. Just a small town on the Massachusetts coast, welcome to Cape Vernon, Massachusetts – or as I like to call it, Cape Hell Hole.
The drive from Boston train station to my “new” home was a long one it seemed like; maybe, because I didn’t want to be there. I don’t understand why we had to pick up our entire lives and move to his hometown. I want to be back in Manhattan where I belong. I attended the most elite private school in New York, not some public school. I am among the most elite celebrities at all the clubs and galas. Plus, I don’t even like Jack. I can’t stand the way he’s trying to replace my dad.
“Honey, aren’t you excited to start your new life here?” my mom asked from the passenger seat.
“And don’t worry; we saved the biggest room for you. Kenny and Shane picked out their rooms and are unpacking as we speak. They’re so excited to be here,” Jack said.
Kenny is my fourteen year old brother and Shane is my eight year old brother. Kenny is the typical school jock – football, wrestling, baseball – but not entirely a meathead. Shane is your typical eight year old boy – excited about everything, doesn’t know any better, and has big, unrealistic dreams. And then there’s me. I get good grades, nice, sweet, and popular, always loved by everyone, homecoming queen three years in a row. I love shopping and designer things, sparkly things like jewelry, and anything girly. I’m head cheerleader and black belt in Tae Kwon Do. I’m not the type of person you want to mess with.
We drove pass a sign that read, “Welcome to Cape Vernon population 5,374” Jack drove through what I believed was town square. Little shops and salons lined both sides of the street. There was a banner over city hall stating the town has recently celebrated its 220th birthday. They’re famous for their fudge and fishing, weird combination. We drove another block or two before we turned onto Anarbor Way.
The house we stopped in front of was gorgeous. According to my mom they remodeled it so there’s a basement/game room/home theater, ten bedrooms, twelve bathrooms, dining hall, enormous kitchen with a secret wine cave, two living rooms, a sun room, a library, a club room complete with stocked bar, DJ booth and all the dance club amenities, a pool and pool house, playground, rose garden, tree house, and a private beach/dock that is shared with the neighbors.
“Welcome to Ellewood Mansion, Livie,” Jack said. “This house was built by my family right after the Civil War.” The house was a huge Victorian mansion with a face lift. This was nothing like my penthouse apartment in Manhattan. Thank goodness I was able to talk my mom into keeping the penthouse.
“That’s cool,” I say grabbing my Prada tote bag and Luis Vuitton suitcases from the trunk. Boxes are everywhere when I walk inside; I ended up tripping on my mom’s antique rug from Milan. Thanks for leaving it right in the middle of the hallway.
“Let me show you to your room, Liv,” my mom says. I follow my mom through the foyer and up the spiraling staircase to the second, then third floor. My room and two guest rooms and bathrooms, reserved for my friends of course were the only things on the third floor. My brothers’ rooms and my mom and Jack’s room are on the second floor. We stopped just outside my door on the landing. The double doors read ‘Olivia’. I was happy to have an entire floor to myself.
My mom had obviously decorated my room to make me more comfortable. The color scheme was my favorite colors – light turquoise, lavender and white. The room was curved with large bay windows that looked over the backyard and ocean. I had French doors that led to a wrap-around balcony. The walls were lavender and white print wallpaper. The curtains, window seats, lamps, and pillows went along with the color scheme. My comforter was turquoise with lavender and white paisley pattern. There were boxes around labeled things like CDs, clothes, stuffed animals, etc.
“So you have your own bathroom through that hallway, and your closet is right through there with your dresser and jewelry.” My mom says pointing to the different entryways. We walk into the closet and it was like a second room. There’s a vanity table on the far wall for makeup, on both sides of the table is a whole jewelry display. On one side there was revolving clothes racks and dresser drawers. There was a whole wall dedicated for shoes and the last open space was full of cubbies for purses. My mother had signs everywhere so I knew what to put where – she even labeled a table with hooks on the wall above it as the ‘bra hangers’ and ‘panty table’. The room was perfection.
“Mom, this is amazing. Thank you,” I said hugging her.
“Yeah, I know I did an amazing job,” she says flattering herself. “Okay, so your Smart TV is all hooked up to the satellite, DVR, Blu-Ray, Netflix, and surround system. You have your own phone line. And your brand new Mac desktop is all setup on your desk for you.”
“Well, I should get started unpacking,” I say opening a box.
“Okay, well unpack everything, put up all your pictures, etc. and we’ll give you your special gift later.” She said with a wink before turning and walking out of the room.
Unpacking was long tedious work. It took me until 5:30 to fully unpack everything. I disposed of all the boxes in the hallway. The sun was just starting to set, but not too much. I sat on my window seat and gazed out at the ocean. The pool lights flickered on and suddenly the color of the pool began changing colors from violet to blue to yellow to green to red to pink and then back to violet.
From my room I could get a clear view of everything. I noticed a white gazebo in the middle of the rose garden. A sailboat sat on the horizon. Seagulls lined all the docks, waiting, just waiting for the sun to reappear the next morning. I saw two little girls playing on a tire swing at the house to my left. Then there was a boy. He was running along the beach in basketball shorts and a sweatshirt, eyes only on that was in front of him. He looked in my direction, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t see me.
“Liv, honey, dinner is ready,” my mom said over the intercom.
As I walk downstairs I think of all that has happened in the most recent years. I really don’t understand what’s been going on. Jack has been trying to buy our love. My mom is a worldwide bestseller and screen writer, so we’re always been kind of spoiled. But Jack comes from old money, the type from the early nineteenth century; he was also some major stock broker on Wall Street – which also makes no sense as to why we moved three and a half hours away.
All he seems to do is buy us things, even when he started dating my mother. For my seventeenth birthday he bought me a Tiffany diamond tennis bracelet, earrings, and necklace. He had bought Kenny a whole new set of baseball equipment for his thirteenth birthday. And for Shane’s birthday – he got a PlayStation 3. Not to mention my mom’s Harry Winston engagement ring was huge.
“So do you like it?” they asked smiling.
“Of course” I say looking at the car in the driveway.
“We had the windows tinted for you, for more privacy,” Jack says.
“Well thanks, I really love it.” And that’s the truth. What teenager wouldn’t enjoy a brand new 2014 Range Rover Sport? Jack handed me a single key with a crystal encrusted key chain that read ‘Olivia’. I don’t understand why they are trying to butter me up, but it’s definitely working. I was just fine with my 2012 Porsche Panamera. “Do I still get to keep my Porsche?”
“Yes. You should take it for a spin Livie,” my mom said. I would but I might never come back. “You can go pick up some groceries for breakfast tomorrow. Here’s money and a list of what I need.”
“Okay…” I say taking the money and list skeptically. I climbed in my new car. I wanted to just drove away and never come back, but I figured I should at least get the groceries for my mom before running away to Manhattan.
I drove down the long driveway and through the house gates. My new street was long. Houses lined both sides of the street, but they were a lot smaller than my new “home”. This place wasn’t home; home is in a penthouse apartment in Upper Eastside Manhattan.
The city plaza wasn’t very busy. I felt out of place driving my new Range Rover when everything around me was trucks and older cars, the newest was probably a 2008. I spotted the market on the corner, parked and walked in. I made sure to get absolutely everything on my mom’s list, or else she would send me back. The cashier wasn’t paying attention when I got to the register. I cleared my throat to get his attention.
“Hello. Did you find everything alright?” he asked turning around.
“Yes,” I managed to get out. It was the boy who was running down the beach. He was cuter up close; he had short blond hair and blue-grey eyes, with a perfect smile.
“That’s good,” he said smiling. “You must be Olivia. Didn’t you just move into the Ellewood Mansion?”
“How do you know so much about me and I know nothing about you?” I flirted.
“Well your key chain says ‘Olivia’ and I saw you get out of the car this morning when you first got here this morning. My parents went to school with your stepdad.”
“Can I help you out to your car?” he asked.
“Sure,” I say with my flirty smile.
“My name is Tanner by the way,” he said. “And I live next door to you.”
“Obviously, unless you’re stalking me of course,” I joke.
“I’m not the stalking type, no matter how pretty the girl is,” he smiled. Wow he is so flirting. He’s pretty cute, but…”So are you free tomorrow? Maybe we can hang out?” he sure was feeling lucky.
“I think I’m busy tomorrow. Sorry. Maybe some other time,” I reply dangling the bait in front of him.
“Yeah of course,” he fell for the bait. Hook. Line. Sinker “Well, have a good night. See you around.”
I said bye, got into my car and drove home as the market grew smaller and smaller in my rearview mirror.
“Honey did you find the store okay?” my mom asks when I bring in the groceries.
“Did you meet anyone your age?”
It was if she knew and had planned me meeting Tanner. “Yes.”
“Guy or girl?”
“Guy,” oh lord I should have lied. Now I will have to tell her every aspect of my short trip.
“Does he live nearby?”
“It’s Tanner from next door.”
“He’s a cutie,” my mom winked. Holy hell she totally planned the entire thing.
“Whatever mom; I’ll be in my room,” I said grabbing my purse and heading upstairs.
I blasted my music and slipped into my silky PJs and robe. I sat on my balcony and gazed out into the pitch black horizon. As I walk around the balcony to the front yard I see Tanner pulling into his driveway, but he didn’t notice me through the trees.
That night I couldn’t sleep. It must be the fact that I was sleeping in a new room. I ended up falling asleep to the TV.