by Jillian Dodd
“I was upset. Stormed out of the house to think. Digest it. Figure out what the hell we were going to do. Once I calmed down, I realized she was scammed by her family. It didn’t excuse what she did, but I understood why she did it. I went back and told her it would be okay. That somehow I’d make it okay.”
“Did you know how to make it okay?”
“Not really, but I knew my family would help. A week later, I was working on getting the foreclosure stopped when she called me at the office and told me she had sent the girls to my parents’ house for the evening. That we needed a night alone.”
He stops speaking, a pained faraway look filling his eyes. He closes them tightly and shakes his head, willing some memory away.
“When I got home, I found her. In the garage. Dead. When she killed herself, part of me went with her. I was a wreck, her parents had the nerve to blame me, and the girls cried and cried because they didn’t understand where Mommy went. My parents suggested we let the house go into foreclosure and move in with them. I was too devastated to argue, but it turned out to be a good thing. I don’t know what I would have done without them. I’ve spent the last two years being a dad. When Keatyn offered me the job again, they told me it was time.”
“I don’t understand how she could leave you and those beautiful girls.”
“I can understand why she left me. Maybe I wasn’t a good enough husband. Maybe we never should have gotten married. I don’t know. But I cannot for the life of me understand how she could do that to our children. So now you know why I have nothing to offer you.”
“Dawson, if you truly believe that money is what’s important to me, we probably should call it quits. But I think you know love is all you need in life.”
“I already learned that love is all you need, Vanessa. That’s why I quit work and spent two years with my daughters. They were more important than my pride, than money, than anything. I just didn’t know if you knew. Especially when I saw all your jewels.”
“I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t enough.”
He slides a small box out of his pocket and gives it to me.
I hold the box in my hand. It’s the size of a ring box. If I were with Bam, I would open it and be dazzled by another jeweled bauble.
I flip the top open to find a dainty, hand-stamped silver necklace—a delicate butterfly whose carved wings form an infinity symbol.
“I know it’s not much,” he says softly, “but the butterfly symbolizes rebirth and new beginnings, and the infinity symbol—”
“Means we’ll be together forever,” I finish.
“Mostly, it reminded me of us.” He taps the center of the design with his finger. “We started out here and went on separate paths, but both ended up back here in the middle. I hope our paths don’t separate again.”
“It’s the most special thing anyone’s ever given me. Will you help me put it on?” I ask, tears welling up in my eyes.
I stand in front of his mirror.
Put my hand over it.
Press it into my chest.
Then turn and look at him.
The corner of his mouth is turned up, like he’s not sure if he should smile yet.
I kiss him, still holding the necklace against my chest.
“I’ll cherish this forever, Dawson, and I have no intention of our paths parting. I want to stay right here in the middle.”
He kisses me again. Then traces the infinity sign. “How about this time, we go down the same path together?”
Tears fall down my face as he holds my hand and kisses it.
“I love you,” I tell him.
“I love you too.”
“This is all I want. Your love. Your heart. Your faithfulness.”
“That’s good,” he says with a chuckle. “Because that’s about all I have to give.”
“Do you know that out of all the jewels and gifts that Bam has bought me, there’s never been a reason. Never a story behind what motivated him to buy it. Your thoughtfulness and the meaning behind this necklace make it worth more than any jewel I own.”
Shelby’s Bungalow - Sunset Boulevard
SHELBY
I’m sitting at the bar eating dessert and plotting.
I just know Riley is at Keatyn’s vineyard for the weekend.
And I’m almost positive that the preppy bitch is going to be there with him.
And, more than likely, they are talking about their future. Based on the snippets I heard, I’m guessing she hurt him and he’s not over it but he still loves her.
But if he does, why has he been fucking me all week?
All I know is that I can’t let her get in my way.
Somehow, I need to find out more about this Ariela girl. Who she is, how they met, where the hell she came from, and how to get her to go back.
A handsome man sits down at the bar next to me, accidentally brushing my thigh with his. Men think they are subtle, but they really aren’t. I’ve seen him staring at me from across the room for most of the night—as are most of the men in the bar.
I’m dressed to kill, had my hair blown out, and am ignoring everyone but the bartender.
Which makes me a mystery.
I put a spoonful of chocolate mousse in my mouth, close my eyes, and savor it, making a contented sigh. The mousse here is so good eating it is practically a religious experience. I know the guy is watching me and thinking he’d like to make me that happy in bed.
And I just might take him up on it. He’s wearing a suit with an expensive sheen, a watch that cost more than my apartment building, and a large diamond pinkie ring. When he speaks to the bartender, he has a vague European—or Spanish, maybe—accent. He’s not big like Riley, but he oozes wealth and culture.
And there is nothing wrong with a girl having a plan B.
“I’d offer to buy you a drink, but I’m thinking chocolate may be the way to your heart,” he says, pointing toward my empty dish.
“Are you trying to win my heart?” I ask, playing coy.
He takes my hand in his. “I like women who believe in living life to its fullest.”
“By eating dessert?”
“You, my love, were not simply eating. You were allowing the chocolate to pleasure you. I found myself wishing I were made of mousse. Would you care to join me in my suite where we could pursue the endeavor in private?”
“That’s a nice offer, but I don’t even know your name,” I reply, even though I fully intend to go anywhere this man wants.
He brings my hand to his lips and says, “My name is Juan Fabio Martinez, but my friends call me Bam.”
“And what do you do, Bam?”
“Whatever you would like, my dear.”
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 18th
Asher Vineyards — Sonoma County
VANESSA
I wake up curled into Dawson’s arms. I feel a little bad that we didn’t go back out last night and join our friends, but I know they will understand.
I kiss his neck to wake him up.
“Morning,” he says, his voice gravelly.
“Last night was so incredible. I love you.”
“I love you too. Having you know everything makes me feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.”
“Our past relationships have definitely taken their toll on us. Here’s to new beginnings.” I give him a sweet kiss since we don’t have drinks to toast with. “Are you ready to get up?”
He pushes against me. “I think I’m already up.”
I slide my hand down his hard torso and discover that he is correct. “Well, I’m sure my bridesmaid’s duties can wait a little longer.”
“A lot longer,” he says, rolling on top of me.
“You take the word cockiness to a whole new level,” I tease.
“Damn right, I do.”
Later, we join everyone in the kitchen where a wonderful brunch is laid out. I’m filling up my plate when Keatyn tosses a printout in front of me. “Hopefully we get
through this wedding without helicopters flying overhead trying to take photos.”
“Do you think we should tent everything? Is Ariela prepared for that?”
“I am,” Ariela says as she walks by and grabs a warm chocolate croissant. “I have them on standby in case it rains. Why, what’s up?”
I pick up the article and read it aloud.
“The Life of Keatyn Douglas
“Well, people. Things continue to get juicier in the Keatyn Douglas—Aiden Arrington—Knox Daniels love triangle.
A source tells me that designers are rush shipping wedding dresses straight off the runway to Keatyn’s long-time stylist, even though Keatyn’s publicist told reporters the actress was planning a Spring wedding.
You all know I was the first to call her pregnancy.
Now, it’s safe to say a wedding is in the works.
Keatyn is definitely knocked up and planning a quickie wedding before she announces her pregnancy to the public.
But the question is, who will she walk down the aisle with? Long-time lover, Knox Daniels or her high school sweetheart, Aiden Arrington?
Since we all want to know the answer to that, just for you, I’ve been scouring interviews and calling in favors.
“The facts as I know them:
1. Knox just purchased property in Sonoma County, close to a certain vineyard.
2. In a recent interview, Keatyn mentioned the Trinity cast has three weeks off before filming in locations around the world.
3. Keatyn recently purchased a swanky, six-bedroom Chelsea abode in London.
4. Knox is packing up and shipping his personal belongings to the above Chelsea address.
The obvious conclusion is that Knox and Keatyn are moving into the London home together to raise their love child.
But sources close to Keatyn say that her relationship with Aiden is stronger than ever.
Could it be that Aiden and Keatyn will get married even though Knox is her baby daddy?
Or is it the other way around?
Did Knox buy a place close to Keatyn because he and his soon-to-be bride need to be close to Aiden, the real baby’s father. Or does Keatyn even know who the father is?
Only time will tell, and we won’t have to wait long.
Expect a press release announcing Keatyn’s elopement and pregnancy in the next two weeks. We’re scouring the world trying to figure out where the wedding of the century will be taking place.
One thing is for sure.
She’s going to break someone’s heart.
And I volunteer as tribute to console whichever man it may be.
**Newsflash**
Just as I was about to post this article, I got an interesting text. It seems that Captive Films held a special board meeting yesterday where, in an odd turn of events, Keatyn handed over the reins of the company to CEO Riley Johnson by naming him Chairman of the Board. Riley’s first order of business was to announce the sale of Captive Films to Front Door Films. There were no further details regarding the sale.
Of course, this wasn’t enough information for me, so I went to a top-secret source for details. Here’s the word inside Captive.
Employees were shocked to learn about the sale, which was announced Friday after the special session of the board. Apparently the mood was pretty sour until envelopes were handed out to employees, showing the amount of money they would each earn based on their employee stock options, which will soon be fully vested. I’m told cheers of joy erupted, and the offices were then closed for the day to allow for celebration.
Now, the fact that Keatyn is pregnant and cashing out is not really that big of a surprise. It makes sense that one of the hardest working women in Hollywood would want to slow down.
But here’s where things get interesting.
After talking to a source inside Front Door Films, I’ve learned about a few special concessions to the deal. Keatyn, who famously took over the former A Breath Behind You Films from her stalker, the late Vincent Sharpe, took less money in order to hold on to the Captive Films name. The Daddy’s Angel project along with all of Keatyn’s un-optioned scripts were not up for negotiation.
Then someone mentioned the words Captive North.
With Knox and Keatyn buying up land in Sonoma County, along with her hint recently about the two of them working on a future project, it sounds like L.A. may soon be losing some of its hottest stars to life in the slow lane.
So, Keatyn, inquiring minds want to know.
When are you getting married and to whom?
Call me. Fill me in. Send me an invite!
“P.S. I’m now totally daydreaming about sitting on a huge front porch with Knox, drinking a crisp Chardonnay and talking about the gorgeous weather.
P.P.S. Who am I kidding? I’d be sitting on top of him.
P.P.P.S. It may be time to call my realtor.
“Well, I guess the good news is they didn’t mention anything about the fundraiser tonight or the fact that the invitations went out so recently. We make it through the next twelve hours, and we’ll be golden.”
“What do you want to do?” Ariela asks her. “The weather is going to be gorgeous, do you want to put up the tents anyway, just in case?”
She sighs, the thought of her wedding turning into a circus clearly weighing on her. “You know what? I’m going to talk to Knox and have his assistant respond to this woman.”
“Don’t worry,” Knox says, grabbing a piece of Marvel’s candied bacon and shoving it in his mouth. “Yum. I can’t get enough of this. Have you tried it? Marvel says it’s a new recipe. He’s wrapping it around chocolate for the cocktail party tonight. Can you even imagine?”
“Knox, why shouldn’t we worry?” I ask.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, got distracted by pork,” he says, dishing up at least six pieces of the bacon onto a plate along with more potatoes. “My assistant called me about the article this morning. I told her to take care of it.”
“How?”
“Well, Miss Bossy Pants, she’s going to let it slip to her source that I am moving into the London flat with Keatyn, and that we seem closer than ever. I mean, technically, I am moving in with her. Then there’s the fortunate occurrence that took place at the triplets’ party.”
“What was that?”
“Keatyn didn’t wear her engagement ring because it kept snagging her dress. A different reporter noticed it in the photos from when we arrived and called about it. My assistant told the reporter that at this time she was unable to comment on our relationship status. When the reporter pushed for more information, she told him she could answer off the record.”
“What did she tell him?” I ask.
“To expect an exciting announcement on Monday.”
Keatyn breaks out into her trademark grin. “Thank you, Knox.”
He nudges his shoulder against hers and smiles. “I haven’t bought you a wedding gift yet, sugar. So I figured it’s the least I could do.”
“So, then, no tent necessary, Ariela.”
“Awesome, would you like to come see the ceremony site? The altar is up and decorated.”
“I’d love to,” she says, pulling my hand and dragging me with her. “Vanessa, come with me and see it, then we have to meet Kym and figure out what the heck we are wearing today!”
Asher Vineyards — Wedding
KEATYN
I’m dressed, ready, and counting down the minutes until I get to marry Aiden.
Grandpa comes into my room carrying a large box.
“Vanessa,” he says, “would you mind if I have a word alone with my granddaughter?”
“Of course,” Vanessa says. “I’ll wait outside.”
Grandpa sets the box on my bed and sits down next to me.
“You are a vision,” he says. “Do you remember when you described your perfect wedding to your grandmother and me a few years ago? And how you imagined wearing a dress with gold embroidery. I see that your dress has just that.” He looks down at the sparkl
y gold Louboutins dangling out from under my dress. “You gonna be able to dance in those skyscraper heels all night, Hotshot?”
“I don’t know. They are a little small and already pinching my toes.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he says, patting the box. “This is for you. I had them made right after that conversation and we’ve been holding on to them for this very day.”
“You bought me a present two years ago?”
“Well, I’m not getting any younger. I figured if I kicked the bucket before you two decided to make it official, Grandma could give them to you.”
I open the box. Inside are a pair of beautiful light brown leather boots embroidered with gold thread.
“Grandpa, they’re beautiful!” I pick one up and examine it closer, noticing that the embroidery isn’t just a random design. Mixed into the swirls are symbols of me and Aiden’s relationship. There’s a four-leaf clover, a Keats quote, a peace sign, an Eiffel tower, our initials, a feather, a moon and stars, and the words bliss, chaos, love, and ifly.
“Grandpa, these boots are like the story of us!” I say as tears fill my eyes. “They are amazing. I’ll cherish them forever. And I’m definitely wearing them.”
“There’s something I want you to know, Keatyn,” Grandpa says seriously. “Before he proposed, Aiden asked me for your hand.”
“He did?”
“He talked to Tommy as well, but I have to say it choked me up a little—and I don't choke up easily. Grandma says that I’m a ruthless bastard.”
I open my mouth to disagree, but he holds up his hand.