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!”