scene.
“We always go for something that has to do with our charity. Last year the theme was Our Endangered Environment . The girl who had the job before you had decorated the place like an Amazon jungle. It was horrible. It looked like a kid’s birthday party. We almost didn’t come back to The Claremont for this year’s gala,” Theo shared, cringing.
He pulled out pictures of last year’s party and he was right, it was laughable. Green vines and fake flowers had been everywhere. It was hard to be taken seriously when your main fundraiser looked as though it had been organized by a six year old. What had this girl been thinking?
Theo pointed to the printouts he had handed me. “Now something like that could be cool, don’t you think?” he asked and I looked up at him and smiled as much as my aching face would allow. I was still all too aware of how repulsive I looked, but it didn’t seem to bother him. His grin was contagious.
“I think it could be amazing. In keeping in line with these ideas and the mission of your charity, what if the theme was Our Fading Blue ? With an emphasis on rising sea levels and melting icecaps,” I suggested. I pulled a pencil out of my purse and started drawing over top the printout.
“The color scheme would be blues and whites and silvers. Lights and crystals hanging from the ceiling. Winter flowers in tasteful vases with prisms throwing rainbows on the tables and walls. Something like this.” I doodled some rough ideas and showed them to him.
Theo pondered over it for a minute before his lips turned upward into a pleased smile. “This is perfect. These ideas are incredible! Do you think this can be pulled off?” he asked and I gave him my best bitch, please look.
“If there’s one thing I know how to do, Theo, it’s throw a damn good party,” I told him.
“You’re pretty amazing, you know that?” he said, his smile never wavering and my stomach flipped over.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say “Damn straight,” in order to lighten the moment. To give it levity so it didn’t have the power to make me feel all bubbly inside. But the sincerity in his eyes gave me pause.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had been assessed with such blatant appreciation, not only for my face and my body, but also for my mind .
Certainly Cole had never cared much for my ideas and thoughts. He was too busy chasing me around with his penis.
Even with his recent interest in things outside of our rampant sex life, he had never looked at me like that.
Like I was incredible.
Like I was capable.
Like I held the answers to every question he could ever possibly ask.
And I realized that no matter how nice it was Theo wasn’t the man I wanted to look at me that way.
Another example of the Cole Brandt vag block.
“Thanks,” I said, with a lot more modesty that was normal for me.
“Vivian Baily,” a nurse finally called out.
I gathered my purse and jacket and got to my feet. “Thanks for waiting with me Theo, I’ll give you a call when I get back to the office and we can set up a time to go over some more details,” I said.
Theo got to his feet as well. “I’m not going anywhere, Vivian. I’ll be here when you’re done. You’ll need a ride back to work won’t you?” he asked and shook his head before I could argue with him.
I wasn’t used to Prince Charmings saving my day. It would have been awesome.
Except I was all too aware that Prince Charming wasn’t my style.
I preferred the bad guy, which would only end up destroying me in the end.
Because that’s how those stories tended to end up.
With the damsel in distress tied to the train track.
“Y ou broke your nose?” I asked, stretching my legs out in my bunk. We were back on the road after our show in Detroit. We were heading to Cincinnati next. And then next week we’d be on the east coast again. I couldn’t wait to be closer to home. Even though we didn’t have any gigs slated for Virginia
“We always go for something that has to do with our charity. Last year the theme was Our Endangered Environment . The girl who had the job before you had decorated the place like an Amazon jungle. It was horrible. It looked like a kid’s birthday party. We almost didn’t come back to The Claremont for this year’s gala,” Theo shared, cringing.
He pulled out pictures of last year’s party and he was right, it was laughable. Green vines and fake flowers had been everywhere. It was hard to be taken seriously when your main fundraiser looked as though it had been organized by a six year old. What had this girl been thinking?
Theo pointed to the printouts he had handed me. “Now something like that could be cool, don’t you think?” he asked and I looked up at him and smiled as much as my aching face would allow. I was still all too aware of how repulsive I looked, but it didn’t seem to bother him. His grin was contagious.
“I think it could be amazing. In keeping in line with these ideas and the mission of your charity, what if the theme was Our Fading Blue ? With an emphasis on rising sea levels and melting icecaps,” I suggested. I pulled a pencil out of my purse and started drawing over top the printout.
“The color scheme would be blues and whites and silvers. Lights and crystals hanging from the ceiling. Winter flowers in tasteful vases with prisms throwing rainbows on the tables and walls. Something like this.” I doodled some rough ideas and showed them to him.
Theo pondered over it for a minute before his lips turned upward into a pleased smile. “This is perfect. These ideas are incredible! Do you think this can be pulled off?” he asked and I gave him my best bitch, please look.
“If there’s one thing I know how to do, Theo, it’s throw a damn good party,” I told him.
“You’re pretty amazing, you know that?” he said, his smile never wavering and my stomach flipped over.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say “Damn straight,” in order to lighten the moment. To give it levity so it didn’t have the power to make me feel all bubbly inside. But the sincerity in his eyes gave me pause.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had been assessed with such blatant appreciation, not only for my face and my body, but also for my mind .
Certainly Cole had never cared much for my ideas and thoughts. He was too busy chasing me around with his penis.
Even with his recent interest in things outside of our rampant sex life, he had never looked at me like that.
Like I was incredible.
Like I was capable.
Like I held the answers to every question he could ever possibly ask.
And I realized that no matter how nice it was Theo wasn’t the man I wanted to look at me that way.
Another example of the Cole Brandt vag block.
“Thanks,” I said, with a lot more modesty that was normal for me.
“Vivian Baily,” a nurse finally called out.
I gathered my purse and jacket and got to my feet. “Thanks for waiting with me Theo, I’ll give you a call when I get back to the office and we can set up a time to go over some more details,” I said.
Theo got to his feet as well. “I’m not going anywhere, Vivian. I’ll be here when you’re done. You’ll need a ride back to work won’t you?” he asked and shook his head before I could argue with him.
I wasn’t used to Prince Charmings saving my day. It would have been awesome.
Except I was all too aware that Prince Charming wasn’t my style.
I preferred the bad guy, which would only end up destroying me in the end.
Because that’s how those stories tended to end up.
With the damsel in distress tied to the train track.
“Y ou broke your nose?” I asked, stretching my legs out in my bunk. We were back on the road after our show in Detroit. We were heading to Cincinnati next. And then next week we’d be on the east coast again. I couldn’t wait to be closer to home. Even though we didn’t have any gigs slated for Virginia
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