Johnathan Donovan's Story

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D E A N N A ~ D O N O V A N
"Get me waffles, bitch."

Outfit|| House of CB taupe bandage top, One Teaspoon Salvaged shorts,
Chanel sunglasses, Louis Vuitton bag, and Stuart Weitzman boots
Location || 2015 Mercedes Benz Maybach Landaulet
Her IPod || Confident by Demi Lovato
Mood|| Ravenous
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Of course, considering who Deanna Donovan was, food was an imperative the second she had awoken earlier in the morning. While the others had probably bitched and moaned their way through alarm clocks that should honestly not be going off before ten in the morning on a Sunday unless someone was trying to catch a certified holy ghost, Deanna was up, bright and early. Well, more along the lines of early and starving, which meant indulging in two bowls of Captain Crunch cereal. And never the plain ones, though those were good on most days. Nope, she had the Captain Crunch berries. Always berries.

On the last leg of her World Tour for her fifth album, Deanna had decided to stay in Dubai at her penthouse. Partly because she loved the city and didn't want to leave, partly because Adrien had wanted her home earlier and she was not in a rush. Not if it meant having to hear about why she shouldn't have been hanging out with Cara Delvigne at a club with male strippers, and why she should have been working on more music. Or why she couldn't have been figuring out her position in the company once she gets tired of playing music. So, she had tuned her father out on the phone, stayed in Dubai, and only decided to visit their brand new home upon Janelle's request. Well, it was probably more of Janelle's demand and Shannon's request, but who was really keeping track of those tiny little details? Besides, once she settled down for the fourteen hour flight in the Donovan family private jet, the only thing Deanna had been concerned with was the nice sleep she was catching up on after rehearsing and performing nonstop.

"Miss Donovan, the town car is ready and your luggage is being loaded," One of the flight attendants told her through the closed door of the bedroom. Deanna nodded, briefly, before remembering that she couldn't be seen through the door. "Thanks. Be out in a minute." She responded distractedly, in the middle of complaining to Christian over her phone about how hungry she was. He was unsympathetic and she was dressed, hungry, and feeling bitchy enough to snark him through text messages. Scooping up her bag, Deanna hopped off of the queen-sized mattress, checked her reflection in the full length mirror to fluff her curls, and then proceeded to walk out of the bedroom, and then the plane itself. Nodding to the familiar driver that awaited her, Deanna slid her sunglasses on and climbed into the family's town car.

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C H R I S T I A N ~ D O N O V A N
"So, I'm guessing you're in a good mood."
Outfit|| DSquared2 ensemble consisting of a t-shirt beneath
a denim top, denim jeans, and black shoes with a Cartier watch
Location || 2015 Mercedes Benz Maybach Landaulet
IPod || Turn Down (For What?) by DJ Snake ft. Lil Jon
Mood || Entertained

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"Well, aren't you in a good mood," Christian joked casually the second his sister was inside the limousine. Deanna shot him a glower through her sunglasses and accepted the mimosa her big brother had waiting for her. "Fuck you, I'm hungry." Was her quick retort followed by a sip of the strawberry-infused alcoholic beverage. Christian chuckled, pulling out his phone to send a text to the family to let them know that he had their eldest girl.

To: Nelle, John
Got Dee. Headed 2 da yacht. Plz tell the staff 2 have waffles

Despite having began Deanna's tour after the two had spent Christmas with their family, Christian had returned home to help his two new artists work on their upcoming debut albums. One release was going to be within the next week and the other in October, meaning Christian had double the anxiety. Which was why he put up virtually zero resistance to Janelle wanting to throw a yacht party, his parents wanting all of the siblings to be present, and even to the idea of being home for awhile. It meant being closer to the headquarters and the studio he liked best, sure. But it also meant a bit of relaxation. And now with his best friend home, it also meant a bit of fun.

Not that he couldn't have enjoyed himself without her.

"I think everyone's at the yacht, so we'll head there and you can eat," Christian explained as he glanced out the window to see them pulling further and further away from the airstrip. Deanna hummed, pleased, as she flipped through her phone for a moment. "How's everything looking?" She asked. Christian smirked. "It's your sister. How do you think it looks?" Deanna didn't react immediately; she just reclined comfortably, crossing one toned leg over the other and twirling a finger through a few curls. "Fucking perfect." Which was nothing but truth. Janelle threw something, and more than likely it was going to be perfect. The child strove for nothing short of. Hell, it was the same thing that could be said about all of the Donovan kids.

After awhile, Deanna glanced through her contacts. She had two messages from her father, both of which she pointedly ignored and a message from her mother telling her that her bedroom in the yacht was awaiting her arrival with selections for the day's attire. Not that Dee was pressed to change out of her current ensemble just yet, but a good bathing suit to prance around in for the afternoon sounded like one hell of a plan. However, before turning back to her brother, she sent an teasing text to one of her only friends in the town, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

To: Aiden
Miss me?

"You ready for tonight?" Christian asked and Deanna rolled her eyes. "All I'm ready for is to get drunk and eat food. Nelle got me covered on the whole looking good for the debutantes." Christian laughed. "Don't start nothing," he warned and it was Deanna's turn to laugh, her grin infectious and dimples pronounced. "When have I not?"

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Janelle Donovan was a woman on a mission. Between organizing this party,maintaining a 3.8 GPA, sorority functions, and keeping her "relationship" on the DL, she was exhausted and angry. The current reason she's angry? Because one of the waitresses, who she instructed to wear a classy peter pan collar short sleeve button up and black skirt combo arrived in some trashy mini mini skirt and pumps. Then the harlot had the nerve to try to sneak past her.

"I'm sorry I don't remember telling you to shop at baby gap for your uniform" She said when she found her fifteen minutes later in one of her male waiters faces. The girl stumbled on her words for a second but Janelle held up a hand to silence her. "Save it, I'm not interested. Go home while you still have a job" With that she turned in her Nike Roshe One's and walked away. She only had thirty minutes before people began to arrive and she was still in sneakers, shorts, and a hoodie. She had spent the night on the ship so that she could wake up in time for the staff arriving and make sure that everything was perfection. When it came to parties she was the Queen at planning them because she made sure that absolutely every detail was perfect. She planned one of her friends weddings and it got featured in all the major magazines. She walked back into the bedroom and unzipped the garment bag containing her outfit. Today's party wasn't just to make connections amongst their powerful neighbors and flaunt their wealth it was also so she could finally break the good little princess mold that she had been in her whole life. Step one was to get a bad boy, check. She started "dating" Pierce Devereux which was not only good for her new sexy image but made her a lot of connections. He might hate the doors his name opened for him but she was more than willing to accept them. Step two was to look sexy as ever. That's where her outfit came in. White bustier with a key hole cut out (plus a Victoria's Secret bra that gave her some much needed cleavage) and a body con lace skirt that looked amazing on the new bigger and better bubble butt that she worked all summer for.

Quickly stripping out of her casual outfit, while being super careful of her long black mane that was carefully curled and fell past her breast, she slipped into the outfit and had her Dolce & Gabbana heels on just in time to here her guest boarding the ship. She had never been more glad that she woke up at seven a.m. and had Timothy (her hairstylist) and his boyfriend Marco (her makeup artist) drag their delicious butts out of bed to do her hair and beat her face. Her phone buzzed on the table and she glanced over at it just in time to see her brother Javie had texted her. She quickly sent him a text back.



Thoroughly pleased with herself she headed to the deck and began greeting guests. She knew some of them from functions they had attended together and such but one of her goals tonight was to schmooze and make a name for herself besides the little princess of the Donovan family.

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Tatiana woke up to the welcoming sent of fresh brewed coffee. She scrunched up her nose in confusion. Not confusion over the fact that he was gone but confusion as to why he woke up and made coffee instead of sneaking out to be with his girlfriend like a gentlemen. She slipped out of bed, and pulled on a pair of panties, and slipped on a cami from off a chair with clothes piling on top. She grabbed her phone off the charger and sauntered into the kitchen. As she turned on her phone it began pinging over and over again from texts she ignored during last nights festivities and all the pictures she had been tagged in last night. Her dad's relations manager had called her multiple times but she had no intentions of answering. Her perfectly arched eyebrow raised though when she spotted a text from Janelle. She licked her lips that suddenly felt ridiculously dry. Yeah she sucked for having sex with her "best friends" boyfriend but Pierce obviously wasn't that into Janelle if he managed to have sex with her last night and he looked perfectly at ease sipping coffee in one of her mugs in her kitchen. " Your girlfriend wants to know where her best friend is, she probably wants to know where her boyfriend is too. She smirked outwardly because she knew that she had placed Pierce in a compromising situation. In fact Pierce didn't even know that Tatiana and Janelle were not only friends but sisters. Sorority Sisters.Yeah she was a shitty person but most rich people were. She raised an eyebrow at him " I probably should have mentioned we're in the same sorority and we've become good friends last night huh? She laughed at his surprised face, " I know that awkward moment where you have sex with your girlfriends best friend." With that she walked away and headed back to her bedroom.

She took a shower and slipped on a simple white body con mini tank dress with a pair of nude heels. It fit her body like a glove and showed off her curves. Especially the new butt that her ex-boyfriend had bought her over the summer. The dress was comfortable and perfect for a yacht party so she just went with it. She grabbed a clutch and shoved her keys and phone inside of it before heading for the door. He was gone by then so she just closed it and headed for her White Range Rover. She lived closest to the Marina so it was only a seven minute drive maybe even less because it was so damn early and everybody else was in bed. When she finally got to the boat she scanned the crowd for her leggy friend and spotted her amongst a group of old rich guys, one of them being the head of the Devereux family. She smirked, Janelle was never one to miss out on a good opportunity and she knew it. With a shrug she walked away, snagging a glass of champagne as she walked by.

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"I'm too old for dress code violations."

Outfit|| House of CB taupe bandage top, One Teaspoon Salvaged shorts,
Chanel sunglasses, Louis Vuitton bag, and Stuart Weitzman boots
Location || 2015 Mercedes Benz Maybach Landaulet
Her IPod || Confident by Demi Lovato
Mood|| Ravenous

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Deanna refused to answer Janelle lest the younger Donovan daughter wanted to get snapped at. She could take her goddamn time if she so pleased since Deanna HAD NOT been the one insisting upon throwing a yacht party. They could have went on a trip with their yacht...you know, away from prying eyes and people Deanna could - quite frankly - five two fucks about. But nooooo...Janelle and Adrien - mostly Adrien, and maybe Deanna wasn't giving her sister's showing off capabilities enough credit - wanted to show off. She was half-tempted to honestly make the driver go slower, but the entrance of the town was closest to the marina anyway, so that was out of the question. She could already hear the music from where they were and she saw the top of several yachts from her window.

To: Nelle
Chill, sis. B there in 2 mins

Christian also text their mother that they were close, smirking at the fidgety Deanna. "How many hours of sleep were you getting before?" Deanna glowered at him before answering, "Don't get me started, Javie. I just want food." He smirked lightly. "Well, that's gonna have to wait. Mom's waiting for us at the dock. She wants you to change." Deanna blinked. She glanced down at her wardrobe before returning her gaze to her brother, rolling her eyes exasperatedly. "Seriously!? I'm just gonna take it off and wear a fucking bikini." He shrugged before showing her the text message their mother sent. "Appearances, Dee."

"I should've stayed in Dubai," she lamented bitterly as the vehicle pulled to a stop. She saw people lining up, entering in groups or alone to enter into the yacht. Shannon Donovan stood demurely at the entrance, greeting guests with white teeth that sparkled behind her smile and eyes choosing very deliberately to not acknowledge the paparazzi that had gathered in hopes of getting candid shots of the entire family. And Deanna groaned at the thought of them waiting for her, especially. Christian laughed, opened the door and slid out before her while saying, "Just smile for the camera, sis." The resounding clicks of camera shutters going off reminding Dee that she couldn't exactly just run away; they would have to know she was inside and Shannon would never let her hear the end of it. So, she straightened her shades and climbed out on her side of the Maybach when the driver came to open her door.

Luckily, Shannon was quick. Instead of allowing the paparazzi to crowd her child the second she exited the town car, she was by Deanna's side, an arm around her shoulders and the brightest of smiles as they dismissed the paparazzi without so much as a returned gaze. Well, Shannon didn't. Deanna happened to stare one directly in the face and despite his not being able to see her eyes, something about her gaze obviously was enough to make him step out of their way. "I swear to God, if the color is supposed to be pink, today - " Shannon cut her off. "Nonsense, dear. Let's just get you to your room before your father throws a fit." Despite the smiles Shannon tossed every which way as they entered the main level of the yacht, she granted Deanna with a pointed look that made her roll her eyes. "Please, the last thing I need is you and your father having at it, and your sister having a meltdown. Only one of those things should be on the agenda today and I'd actually rather the latter."

Without breaking apart once, the two managed to get to Deanna's bedroom. Staring at the clothes left on the queen-sized mattress, Deanna tossed her mother a petulant stare. "You do know I'm too old for dress code violations, right?" Shannon only smiled, gathered her daughter's face in her hands so that she could kiss both of her cheeks, and said, "The chefs are making you food now. When you get back on the deck, just ask." Before long, Shannon was gone and Deanna was alone, left to changing her outfit.

To: Nelle
Ur lucky I luv u

Christian, on the other hand, set to find one of his siblings. With Johnathan hiding off somewhere, probably practicing his Queen impersonation or something, he ended up finding Nelle in the midst of conversing with a few of their neighbors, most notably Mr. Devereux. He lingered behind her, though not too close to the small group that had gathered until he had caught someone's attention unobtrusively. That someone happened to be Mr. Devereux himself. "Christian Donovan, a pleasure to see you again, son," the Devereux patriarch greeted tightly, gripping Christian's extended hand in a shake firmer than needed. Christian's eyes narrowed, just slightly, before a smirk flitted across his face. "Of course, of course. I share the exact same sentiments, sir. I didn't mean to distract you from my sister. She has a such a...lovely way with words, doesn't she?" He didn't care to hear the murmur of agreement or disagreement the elder man said, simply leaning over to bring Nelle into a quick hug. "Already entertaining the uptights, I see." He murmured, smirked at her, and then glanced back at Mr. Devereux. "Well, I'll leave you both to it. Better make sure my other siblings are behaving." Nodding to the older man and returning to him a firm clap on the shoulder along with a cordial, frozen smile, Christian stole a champagne glass of a server's tray before disappearing into the crowd to find someone that interested him.