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The meeting was much quicker than she expected, more of a briefing and Mr. Mann rushing the actors out so he could talk to the workers. Olivia gave Rob a strange look as she picked up her own bag and left the room, following the other actors as they streamed out into the hallway and kitchen. Although she was told to try and start laying the ground work for when they were onset, Olivia's main priority was a shower. Elias was on her way to the stairs, and Olivia couldn't help but to admire his chiseled features. She smiled as she halted in front of him, her hand absently reaching behind her own back to grip the opposite arms forearm. "Hey, I know Rob said we should start laying the ground work in now for our onset scenes, but I've had a really long flight and desperate to shower. Would you mind too terribly if we do this all later?" He didn't seem like the type to throw a fit over something so petty, so Olivia didn't feel bad when she grabbed her bag she had left by the door and treaded up the stairs and into the hall. Poking into her rooms, she was able to find the one where her driver put her luggage and in turn, her room. Her bed was exactly as requested: tempurpedic with deep violet Egyptian cotton sheets and a lot of pillows. The bed on the opposite room looked plain compared to hers, her roommate probably didn't have the same sort of benefits the other celebrities did.

Olivia grabbed one of her bags she knew would be the most helpful, dropping it onto her bag and opening it excitedly. From it she withdrew a change of clothes, various accessories and the bag she had prepared to take back and forth from the bathroom. Olivia knew if she let any of the C-Words (Candelaria/Chandler) get to the bathroom before her, she would never get a chance. All these people, there better be more than one bathroom.

She got into the bathroom, thanking the contractors who hadnt been simple when they designed the bathroom. Olivia began to run the tap for the jacuzzi-like bathtub, letting her blonde tresses fall from her clip and staring at herself in the mirror.

What was this sexual charge that everyone in Hollywood seem to see that she couldn't? Olivia sniffed the bath oil set nearby the tap, still watching herself from the corner of her eye, reaching over the tub to pour the oil into the tub lushly. She set the oil down and looked straight back in the mirror quizzically. As she began to take off her shirt, Olivia paused, stopping the process.

When she restarted taking off her clothes, instead she did it slowly, watching herself in the mirror. Seductively she bit her own lip, mussing up her hair as she pulled her shirt over her head. Sure she could act sexy, but even as she stood in front of the mirror, nearly naked, Olivia felt as attractive as a twelve year old boy.

Giving up she shed the last layer, slipping into the warm bath and feeling the oils nourish her skin and melt the tension. Washing herself down didn't waste much time, but lounging around did. Occasionally she'd add a little extra hot water to keep the steam rising off the top, but as her fingers began to prune, she knew it was time to get out.

She changed into her clothes, wrapping up her hair as she returned to her room, folding up her dirty clothes and neatly stacking them in the corner until she went to buy a clothes hamper. Olivia began to set up the dresser placed in her room as a vanity, setting up her own make up mirror and supplies across the surface.



She blow dried her hair so it laid down smoothly, clipping it back once more and applying little make up, just enough to look polished. In magazines Olivia was mostly the one that fashionista's called, "Simple and Classic" when it came to her fashion taste. Olivia wasn't one to overindulge in anything but Jesus. She chuckled at the thought, her father would be proud.

Olivia withdrew her script for the first time since she crossed into the estate. Her lines were high lighted. She began to flip through the script, stopping at the parts she saw she was in. A part of her winced, there were a lot of sex scenes, mostly with Elias and William. She wished she knew a foreign language to curse in as she rolled her eyes at her shallow role.