Chapter 5.12

Violet meets an old friend and once again encountered unintended issues.

“Hey, Vi!  I’m in town.  Care to drop by?”

It had been awhile since I’d gotten to see Lucifer.  He’d been on tour with his band Dante’s Inferno for about 18 months so I figured I’d stop over and visit him while he was in town.

“Oh my god, you look great!”  I ran over and hugged him.  “Why are you here?”

“Well, I bought a house!  Come in for the tour!”

“Wow!  Luce, it’s lovely!”  It was.  Spacious, great light.  The kind of house mine dreams to be.

“Move in with me, Violet.”

I turned and looked at Lucifer.  “I’m sorry,  what now?”

“You don’t have to move in as my girlfriend or whatever.  There’s a second bedroom.  Move in with me.”

“Why?  Why would you ask that!?”

“I just…I hate the thought of you living in that –”

“In that what, Lucifer?  That shack!?  That’s my home and I’ve worked very hard to turn it into what it is today.”

“I just worry about you, Violet.  We might not be together anymore but that doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

“UGH.  Look, come back to my place.  See that it’s a real house and I’ll make you dinner.”

“Alright.  Let me change.  This town is hotter than Hades, I swear.

“I have to admit, Vi, you’ve cleaned the place up nicely since I was here last!”

“I told you it was a home now!  Jeez.  Sometimes you gotta listen to me!”  I was pulling out all the stops.  Even making us Italian Meatballs for dinner.  I can be Suzy Homemaker when required!

After dinner we caught up on each other’s lives.  We talked about his band.  Dante’s Inferno is becoming more mainstream and they’ve booked another 20 cities for the tour.  I told him about my flower business and we talked about my sister and his brother and when we were ever going to become Aunt and Uncle.

And then we made a bad decision.

“Here,” Lucifer handed me a small package.  “It’s the key to the house.”

“Luce, I can’t take this just because we slept together.”

“The house was always for you anyway.  I have no intention of staying in it.  I just wanted you to get out of here. It’s yours to do with as you please.”

“I’ll see you around, Violet.  Stay safe.”

And he turned and walked out of the door.

Side Story: I Found the One

Side Story: Meet Chip’s father, Alistair Worthington Jr.

“Hello?  Hello, Dad?  Yes, I need you to come over right away.  I’ve found her.  I’ve finally found the one.”

“Alright, boy, tell me about this one.” Alistair Worthington Jr was not thrilled about being yanked away from his morning paper for another one of his son’s escapades.

“She’s perfect, dad.  She has no desires of her own, only future plans that center around her dead grandmother or some shit.”

Alistair perked up at this news.  “Go on.”

“Well, that’s about it.  There is one more thing, I guess.  She’s smart, Dad.  She already figured out I was a Worthington.”

“DAMN IT, Boy!”  Alistair threw his coffee cup across the room.  “You’ve got to do better than that.  We need this to work.  We can’t manipulate a smart one.  We need a sheep who hangs on your every word.”

“No, Dad!  This is better.  She’s smart which means she’ll see reason.  If we give her reasonable explanations, she’ll do it.”

“Intriguing.”  Alistair Worthington Jr stroked his chin.   “Perhaps you aren’t a waste after all.  Do you think she’ll marry you?”

“Of course she will.”  Chip gestured around the kitchen.  “Who wouldn’t want this?”

“Does she have any living family?”

“Dunno.  All she talked about was dead grandmothers.”

“Watch out for family ties, son.  They could be the downfall of the plan.”

“It’s alright, Dad.  I’ve got this.  It will work this time.”

“You’d best hope so, boy.”  Alistair got up to leave but turned back and looked at his son.  “You’re inheritance is riding on it.”  And with that he left.

Chapter 5.11

Violet finally goes on a date but gets more than she bargained for.

I arrived at Crystal Meadows Downtown right at 8pm.  I’d spent three hours on my hair and makeup and to my surprise the bouncer let me right in.  I guess I looked like I belonged.

I didn’t see Chip anywhere so I plopped down an enjoyed some hookah in an effort to loosen up.  I had to drop $25 on the juice but I figured I might as well live it up while I could, even if I was going to be here alone.

After about an hour, Chip was still nowhere to be seen but I didn’t mind too much.  I had the loveliest view of the moon rising over the mountains.

“Violet?”  I turned and there was Chip, dressed in the same outfit from yesterday, rushing over to me.  “Wow, you look lovely,” he said wrapping me in an unexpected hug.

“Nice of you to show up!”  I offered sarcastically.

“I’m so sorry.  I got held up with some business stuff at home.  Please, won’t you join me for a drink at the bar?”  He grabbed my hand and led me over to the nicest bar I’ve ever seen.  We ordered some cocktails and a few appetizers and I was pleasantly surprised by Chip’s demeanor.

“So, tell me about you?” He asked politely.

“I don’t know.  You kind of know everything.” I joked.  I came here about 6 months ago and I’m still trying to figure out who I am.”

“Well,” he probed,” what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“That’s just the thing.  I don’t know.  It’s a long story, really.  My grandmother made me promise to fulfill our family legacy or whatever.  My great-great-grandma wanted to be president, my great-grandma wanted to be an astronaut.  So there’s those things to consider.”

“What, no medical school?” Chip joked.

“No, no.  I get out of that one since my mother and grandmother were world famous doctors!  But that’s enough of my sordid past.  Tell me about you!”

“Hey!”  Chip grabbed my hand.  “The karaoke machine is free!  Let’s sing!”  Before I could protest he’d pulled me over to the machine and queued up a song.

After squeaking through that nightmare, we found a secluded bench and sat down to chat some more.

“You know, I don’t usually do this, but would you like to come back to my place?”  Chip gave me a smile that melted my insides.

“I don’t usually do this either, but yes.”


I woke up the next morning in a room with soaring picture windows but Chip was nowhere to be found.

I poke around a bit and discovered I was in a huge damn house with incredible views of the ocean, a gigantic kitchen, a library, and an artist’s loft.  Finally, I heard Chip in the office, which, also had an incredible view.

Coincidentally, he was wearing the same clothes again.

“So, do you like only have one outfit?”

“Of course not.  Well, sort of.  It’s kind of my brand,” he shrugged sheepishly.

“Your brand,” I said slowly.  “Oh my GOD.  I know you.  You’re Chip Worthington.  You’re Alistair Worthington III, the male model.”

“Guilty as charged.” He smiled.

“Your dad is Alistair Worthington Jr, the oil magnate.  Your mom is Helena Harrimann Worthington, the actress, and your sister is Odalisse Worthington the artist.”  I stumbled back into a chair.  This was the son of the wealthiest man in the country.

“You sure know a lot about my family,” he chuckled.

“Uh, yeah!  You’re in all the newspapers and magazines.  Like…daily.  Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you didn’t recognize me.  I didn’t choose to be born into fame and fortune.  I’m a person.  It was nice to be treated like one.  Not one woman has ever yelled at me before.”  He smiled that smile again.

“Well.  You deserved it.”  I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.  “You better call me this time!”

Chapter 5.10

Violet tries to mix and mingle but ends up with unintended consequences.

Once people started buying my flower creations, they really started buying them!  I almost couldn’t keep up with the demand.  I wasn’t about to complain though because I was finally able to update the bajezzus out of my house.

I even had a proper kitchen — with ice cream maker, of course.  I was reluctant to give up my handmade dining room set, even if it wasn’t the most beautiful, I made it myself when I first got here so it was more sentimental than anything.

I also forgot how quickly kittens turn into cats.  Sox and Lox are fully grown terrors now.  Still cute but they have a habit of tearing up my house while I’m out.  I wonder what kind of conversations they have?

Meanwhile, I’m still trying to figure out just what I want to do with my life.  I’ll be honest, I never saw myself as a lifelong flower peddler.  I still remember what Nana said to me about fulfilling the family’s dreams so I’ve been studying for a military career with the hopes of becoming an astronaut like Great Great Gramma Mollie.  I’m also thinking a potential political run at some point once I get my life together.  So many dreams, so little time.

As much as I love Sox and Lox, I needed some human interaction.  I joined a singles group.  I know, it’s not one of my smarter ideas but I had to get out of the house and other clubs seemed so…stuffy.

The first meetup was at some place called “The Hangout” which should have maybe been a clue that I had made a mistake.  But nevertheless I went to the meetup and actually had a pretty good time to start.  There were 6 of us and the whole point wasn’t to pickup someone but just to chat and hangout so I was pleasantly surprised.

Before too long, that JACKASS from the Romance Festival arrived!  He had the audacity to show his face in this city after never calling me.  I took it upon myself to let him know exactly what kind of a piece of work I thought he was.

“HEY YOU!”  I yelled across the bar as I launched my attack.

“Oh!  Uh…Violet, right?”  He gave me a wink that would have normally melted my cold heart but we’d already played that game.

“Damn right it’s Violet!  You never called me!  You were all, ‘Hey can I get your number, cutie’ and then You.  Never.  Called.”  I really don’t know what came over me.  I think it’s too much time with the cats.

“I am so sorry about that, Violet.  Let me make it up to you.  How about a date to Crystal Meadows Downtown?  Say, tomorrow night?”

“Um.  Ok.”  I was shocked.  Crystal Meadows Downtown was the swankiest place in the city.  Well, in most cities even.  It’s like some place I’d only be able to afford if I had 100 children and sold them all plus my soul.

“Alright.  I’ll see you tomorrow night.  8pm.”  And he sauntered off.

I ran home and dug out my best outfit and panicked until I passed out sometime in the wee hours of the morning.