Olive
Olive was just recovering from her episode when a tall, handsome man walked up to her. "Oh my," the stranger purred, "You're here on the couch instead of dancing at your party?" He smiled at her, and she had to admit that he looked breathtaking. Was he a doll? Surely God stopped making men this gorgeous once he taught humans to do it. "Not that I blame you," he was saying, "I get so sick of these parties, sometimes. The people are too self absorbed, too careless. There's me calling the kettle black, I'm sorry. I'm Damien Jackson." Olive let a smile toy with her lips, only briefly. "Then you already know who I am, just as you know this party wasn't for me. It was for their," she paused to gesture at the ballroom full of beautiful dolls and rich owners, "benefit." He seemed amused, and casually shifted his weight as he began to speak again, this time offering his hand out to hers.
Without hesitating, Olive reached out and gave him a firm handshake. Even though she was seated, and he was standing, she still felt as though she were in control of the conversation. A smirk slowly pulled his features into an even more handsome taunt. Something about him was so dominate, so in control, just being around him made her feel more powerful. More in control, of herself if nothing else. As she stared up into his dazzling blue hues, she couldn't help but wonder just who this handsome stranger was. She was just about to tell him that he better hurry off before she turned into a pumpkin when he broke the pregnant pause of silence. "Hey, listen. My friends are here, and they seem to be waving me over," he motioned towards a large group of people, who seemed to be desperately trying to catch his eye from across the floor. "Better not keep them waiting, then," she responded coolly, with a small smirk of her own.
"Here, I have a gift for you," he announced as he reached into his tuxedo, and pulled out a sealed envelope. She felt her brows knit together as she took the offering and when she went to look up to him, to ask what it was; he was already striding across the room. Everyone's eyes seemed to follow him as he went, as if he had a magnetic pull about him. Perhaps he did. Olive's thoughts were pulled from him as her doll returned, looking concerned and confused as he held out the glass of ice water. "Who was that?" Olive smiled a little as Isaac looked after the man who had walked away, just as she had. When he turned his gaze back to her, there was something different in his handsome gaze. Worry, perhaps? Yes. She knew that look well, and sure enough within seconds he asked; "Are you alright? Do you need anything else?" " I'm alright, thank you, Isaac. As to who that man was, his name is Damien. Damien Jackson, and I have no idea who he is. He was certainly handsome, though," she replied quietly, almost muttering the last half. She gingerly opened the envelope and peered inside, finding a letter with elegant hand writing.
It was from him, but there was no surprise there. It asked her to meet him later, privately for a chat. She frowned slightly and handed the letter over to Isaac. "He wants to meet with me later. If he thinks I'll be doing so without you, he's certainly mistaken. My mother taught me never to take candy from strangers." She smiled over at Isaac, hoping he would catch the joke but as always he seemed stone faced. " Do you recognize anyone here, Isaac? Anyone famous, or perhaps, a doll you might know? I'm not familiar with the workings of Heartland, so, you'll have to humor me." She smiled up at him and gently pat the seat next to her, signalling for him to join her. "Your life with me will not be this glamorous," she said quietly to him, almost sadly. "I hope that will be alright... Though, I must say, you look wonderful all dressed up," she cooed affectionately, reaching over to tenderly fix his suit.