The Stars of New York || Short Story

The Stars of New York

They were a noble and well-known family, seen as an ideal, flawless family, or at least it seemed so. Known as ‘The Stars of New York’. There was a deeper meaning as to why everyone labeled them as that, a few years ago Rhodolite and Opal, or, Robert and Olivia, as they are known by the public, won a talent competition, well, they never had any talents, the only “talent” was their gem powers, which they called “magic” because in fact, all those years they were undercover gems. You should never trust what you see, as you don’t know what goes on behind the curtain. And, a magician never reveals his or her secret.

Robert and Olivia were invited to a prestigious dinner, one that would boost their popularity so being there was a must, as for the past few months they haven’t been doing so well in the celebrity world. In every event that Robert and Olivia attend they always somehow manage to stun the public with their outfits, so with this event especially they must blow away the crowd. Their designer invited the fashionable couple to discuss what they’d be wearing, he showcased a selection of outfits, all hand-crafted and specially designed for the two, the clothes glimmered brightly because of all the magnificent jewels used, and the outfits blew away the couple because of the intricate and unique design the dresses held. The two trudged into a separate room and they started to argue on what to wear, their yelling could be heard through the hard walls of the building, they went back and forth about the simplest little thing which was their outfit, “I’d prefer if we wear the red one!” Olivia shouted furiously, Robert sticked his head in front of Olivia’s and clenched his teeth then yelled “No, we are wearing the gold one!”. After many minutes of squabbling they managed to resolve the dispute and at last decided to sport the matching white outfits, Olivia’s dress was a grand glittery gown, with diamonds sparsely decorated on the dress and a gentle gold ribbon around the waist area, Robert’s fit was a white suit, with a golden tie.

Their assistant gently carried the delicate outfits and the two made their way out of the building with difficulty, as while they exited they were being asked questions by press and the paparazzis were attacking them with the bright flashing light of their cameras. As they were both in the car Robert crossed his arms and Olivia made an expression of disgust. They were all in a hurry as the event was tomorrow night, their team had booked a hotel, full of romantic activities, which is exactly what they needed. Their assistant carried their heavy luggage across the hotel’s marble floor, the luggage felt like it weighed 300 pounds. Robert and Olivia had reached their hotel room, as per usual the hotel was very exquisite and lavish. The table which was in the center of the room had a vase full of roses, the couple’s bed had a towel that was shaped into a swan, and around were flower petals, and the room played some love themed songs, to set the tone for a romantic night. But Robert and Olivia were not having it, Olivia pushed off the vase of roses shattering into into shards of glass, the same way the love she had for Robert shattered. Robert stopped the romantic music and stepped on the petals which were scattered across the room. In fact, they despised each other so much that they refused to even sleep in the same bed. This was going to be a long night for the two.

Robert swiftly went to bed as he was exhausted from everything that occurred today, meanwhile Olivia ordered a bottle of wine to drink, with the label ‘Liber Pater’ which was quite an extravagant wine, symbolizing the couple’s wealth. Olivia sipped some wine from the glass before she fell asleep in her chair. The next morning the two were awoken by a doorbell ringing, it played a calming melody, Robert opened the door only to be greeted by one of the hotel’s staff, who suggested some activities that he and Olivia could participate in, but Robert strongly refused and shut the door in annoyance. With an irritated and exasperated tone Robert spoke, “Olivia, we have to go to that dinner today”, both tired and frustrated, Olivia replied, “Can we not attend?” She asked as she yawned loudly. The couple’s assistants entered the room with some breakfast for the two, on the table they were served with some pancakes covered with maple syrup, as well as the freshest fruit picked this morning, ranging from strawberries to apples to oranges, and finally there was some toast alongside some eggs, it was a simple yet extravagant breakfast.

They spent the majority of their day in the hotel room, as they were too exhausted and annoyed from each other to go out. Robert went ahead and read Vogue’s latest magazine, he disliked reading but he loved iring the women in the photographs. Olivia on the other hand sat by the window to take some photographs, sporting a new magnificent outfit which was given to her from a sponsor, she basked in the sunlight, striking a relaxed and confident pose as her complexion glowed and her eyes glimmered. She later on posted them on InstaSnap and recorded a short clip to onto TubeTube. The sun had set by then and the moon started to rise, it shimmered brightly in the sky, and the stars danced in the dark black atmosphere.

Olivia and Robert dressed up for the occasion wearing their matching clothes that they took a long time to decide on, they entered the car and sat distantly from each other. “Faster!” Robert yelled at the driver, it was 7:52 PM, and the event is to start at 8 PM. The driver drove the car hurriedly, taking strong turns left and right and even breaking the speed limit at some point, until the car had reached its destination in the perfect time, 8 PM. The entrance to the dinner party was spectacular, there were banners everywhere, and they weren’t the tacky kind, the party room was full of balloons and rich decorations. At the entrance the pair were greeted with drinks, Robert got himself some orange juice while Olivia refused after the wine she had last night. They made their way to their table, where another family sat too, they were the Mars family, an extremely well known and popular family. Robert stood up while holding the delicious orange drink, which had a lemon on the tip of the cup and a green straw sticking out, as he stood up he spilled the sweet drink all over Olivia’s dress. The crowd gasped in shock. Embarrassed and furious, Olivia stormed out of the hall and ran to the bathroom. She started to weep like a child, annoyed and miserable. Meanwhile, Robert stood there, embarrassed by the looks others were giving him, until everyone’s attention was drawn away by the performers that were brought in, the dancers started performing beautiful and elegant dances, as classical music played in the dining hall.

Olivia managed to collect herself, her mascara had already been ruined, she wiped off the runny makeup with a soft tissue, then she left the bathroom to her husband Robert. She ired the dancers and their brilliant skills, as she herself was very ionate about dancing too, however Robert on other hand was too busy staring at other women. The host of the dinner party, Margaret Schuyler then announced that it was time to take some photographs as the paparazzi entered the building, waves of them rushing in and snapping at their cameras like a tide hitting a sandy beach. Robert and Olivia sauntered together, even if they disliked it, they had to look loving for the public and the press. All that mattered to them was appearance. “Only show what you want others to see, just like a magician, showing others magic tricks but not showing them what’s behind them”, Robert would say. As the pair stood for a photo Robert put his hand around Olivia’s slim waist, gripping it tightly to the point where she nearly couldn’t breath. She whispered in his ear demandingly, “Get your disgusting hands off me!”. Finally they were able to walk away, right as they got the opportunity they separated from each other, wiping the “filth” they would call it off of their hands. These two truly despise each other, but they can’t split up. They will do anything to keep the show up. To stay wealthy. To stay in the spotlight. As they approached their table Robert stepped on Olivia’s gown, causing her to slip and fall back onto the tense marble flooring. Looks started to spread around the hall, everyone glared at Olivia and Robert even chuckled a little,

But this was the final straw.

With anger and frustration running through her body Olivia got the energy to stand up immediately. Her facial expression turned intense as she lowered her blonde brows and exchanged a death stare to Robert. She clutched her hands as she prepared herself for what she was about to do next. She raised her hand and slapped Robert on the cheek, leaving a red print of Olivia’s hand on his face. The crowd gasped and murmured in between each other and the cameras flickered as news reporters and photographers flooded the dining hall. Even Robert was left in shock, as he knew Olivia loathed him but he wasn’t expecting this. Her hand was a paining red color and her expression was furious. She was done with Robert. Absolutely enraged, her soft pale skin was boiling with fury and her voice was deep with hatred and rage. “Goodbye, Robert” she delivered, as she strolled away with her hands clutched and her heart both shattered and frustrated. Even at some point, a magician will reveal what is behind the curtain.

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Hello everyone! Recently I’ve been in the mood to write, and so I decided why not write one of my ideas I’ve had in mind for quite some time! This story took longer than it usual takes me to write, however I’m really proud of how it turned out! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! There MIGHT be a part 2 to this depending on the direction I choose to go :dizzy:

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