Chapter 10: Feel It In My Bones

Present day San Diego, California…

It was a warm and sunny day, birds were squawking, seagulls were chillin’, and people were outside enjoying the weather. Like always. Scarlette was in her backyard, lying out by the pool in her royal purple and gold bikini. Liz walked out of the house wearing a rose pink and black with black lace trimmed bikini with a tray of drinks and fresh cut fruit. She placed the tray on a small round white painted wrought iron table, between the two lounge chairs they laid on.

“So,” Liz began. “How was your date?” She smiled as she sat down.

Scarlette shrugged. “It really wasn’t a date but I had fun. He seems like a nice guy.”

“Oh.” Liz still smiled. “So when are you going to see him again?”

Scarlette turned towards Liz and pulled her sunglasses down a little. “I’m not dating him.” She put her sunglasses back on, grabbing a handful of grapes, and settled back into her chair.

Liz smiled, watching Scarlette. “I think you like him.”

“Of course, he’s a very nice guy.”

“Ha! You really like him, like you WANT to see more of him!”

“I’m not going to start another relationship with a rock star.” Scarlette shifted in her seat in an effort to get comfortable and more sun. “He’s really nice, I had a nice time with him, and that’s all.” She placed a strawberry half in her mouth.

Liz squinted at Scarlette through her sunglasses. “Don’t tell me you’re going to stereotype all rockers’ now.”

“No. I’m going to try and not have Rob ruin it for everyone else.”

“Then, why not?”

Scarlette sighed. “Can I get divorced first, get my shit together, and then maybe ponder upon that?” She was getting slightly irritated at Liz’s pushing.

“Fine. I’ll never bring him up again.” Liz half tossed herself back onto the lounge chair.

“Thank you.” Scarlette closed her eyes.

“I still think you should try now, though.” She said through closed teeth.

Just as Scarlette was about to say something a cell phone rang, she grunted. Liz answered, exchanging a few pleasantries and uh huh’s, she held the phone out to Scarlette.

“It’s your divorce lawyer.”

Scarlette sat up and took the phone from Liz. “Hello George. He signed the papers? That’s a relief.” She smiled and silently thanking the Gods. “Okay, court on Tuesday the twenty fourth at two p.m. I’ll see you then. Yes, I’ll call if anything comes up. Thank you, bye.” She ended the call and handed the phone back to Liz. “Well, maybe he’ll make this easy.”

Liz scoffed as she put the phone down on the table. “I have a feeling, in the pit of my stomach; he’s going to do something at court.”

She sneered. “Don’t jinx it.”

“I’m just trying to be realistic. He’s making it far too easy.”

“Maybe he’s sober…”

They looked at each other and then laughed. “Yeah right.” They both shook their heads.

Scarlette sighed. “I hope he just lets it go, lets me go.”

Liz shrugged and leaned back. “Let’s just enjoy the now and soak up these rays in this beautiful weather.”

★★★★★★★

Dressed in a dark blue crepe fabric USO dress slightly below the knee and flowed elegantly over her curves, paired with black pumps, cream pearl earrings, and necklace. Her hair was pinned up in victory rolls; make up was light but finely defined eyeliner, giving her a complete 1940’s look.

She sat next to her lawyer in a small court room, behind a metal and faux wood table. They were waiting on Rob to show, he was apparently stuck in traffic. She had given a half smile when his lawyer gave the Judge that excuse.

The Judge shook his head. “I’ll give him five more minutes, Goldberg; he’s wasting not only my time but everyone else’s that is in this room. I’ll hold him in contempt for this.” He was now irritated and turning slightly red.

Scarlette’s lawyer stood up. “If I may your Honor,” He paused waiting a moment for the Judge to approve his speaking, the Judge gave him a nod. “This just shows Mr. Davis’ character, no regard for others weather it’s his wife or an honorable Judge.”

“Sit down Hornstein, I think we all know his character at this point. We all watch T.V. and the news.” The Judge leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk and rubbed his temples.

Then a man in a black three piece suit walked into the room briskly. “I apologize I am late.” He took a seat next to Goldberg.

The Judge narrowed his eyes at him. “I assume you are Mr. Roberto Davis?”

“Yes, your honor.”

“Lucky you walked in when you did, I was about to hold you in contempt. I still might.”

“I’m sorry, your honor.”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

Five minutes later, Scarlette and her lawyer walked out of the courtroom smiling. Rob and his lawyer followed behind and few steps behind. Each were talking to their respective lawyers in hushed tones.

“Half the battle is over Scarlette, personal properties will be discussed in the next hearing; that is where the real battle will lie. He could really drag it out then.” He leaned close to Scarlette so only she could hear.

She nodded. “There really isn’t much he could fight for, I have proof my money is mine and he can have the vehicles, house, and whatever else that is in both of our names. I’ll happily give him those things.” She leaned towards him now. “I don’t know how he could drag it out.”

“I’m just telling you, don’t put all of your eggs in one basket. If there is any kind of discrepancy...”

She nodded. “I don’t think there is, but you’re right, anything is possible. Especially with him.”

Now they were outside of the court house, there were a few photographers laying in wait. Scarlette stayed close to her lawyer and kept her mouth closed, so no one could over hear while she was focusing on getting away from the hand full of photographers and their questions, she neglected to realize Rob was now walking next to her.

“Are you just trying to win me back or something?” He said through gritted teeth, leaning close to her left ear.

She gave a cold laugh and tried to push past him and the photographers, shaking her head.

He caught back up with her, shoving photographers out of the way. “You know how much I like you dressed like that.”

Before she could react in disgust, her lawyer placed a hand on her back and rushed her out of the now growing mob, to their cars. She jumped in her vehicle and locked the door. She sat for a few moments breathing, before she turned her SUV on. Thinking of what he said made her stomach turn. “Unbelievable.” She shook her head and began to slowly pull out of the parking lot.

★★★★★★★

“Oh barf.” Liz made a face of disgust. “Because you only use to dress like that for him… Right.” She shook her head. “What a pig. What a… ugh, I can’t even pick out enough words to get to the point of how disgusting he is.” She shoved a tortilla chip with guacamole on it, into her mouth, then took a drink of her beer.

They were in Scarlette’s kitchen, eating carne asada burritos with home made guacamole and tortilla chips. “I know. I don’t know how I stuck around for so long.” She said in between bites.

“Maybe,” Liz swallowed down more beer. “You should be seen with David. Like go where there will be a ton of photographers who’ll care.”

Scarlette gave a half laugh. “I’ll run it by Mich.”

Liz was going for guacamole. “Maybe then he’ll give up.”

“Or he’ll become a psycho and stalk us both.” Scarlette took a long drink of her beer.

“You really think so?”

Scarlette just looked at Liz.

“Point taken.” Liz took a bite of her burrito.

“I really don’t think there is much to do about getting rid of him, aside from the obvious things I’ve already done. Maybe once I go out of the country on tour he’ll leave me alone.” Scarlette shrugged getting up and walked to the refrigerator and grabbed two more beers.

“I guess we’ll find out in time.” Liz took beer from Scarlette’s hand and opened it. “We need to do this more often.”

Scarlette nodded as she sat back down on the barstool. “We seriously do.”

Liz nodded. “You should invite D down more often you know. Try rebuilding your friendship.”

Scarlette shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. I’ve called a few times, but he never answers or calls back.” She took a bite of her burrito. “And I do leave him messages.” She said in between chews.

Liz shrugged and nodded. “Maybe it’s done then.”

Scarlette shrugged in sadness.

“Or he’s just really busy.”

“Yeah, maybe.” She took a drink from her beer. “I’m use to him being out of my life, sad to say, but it doesn’t bother me like it should. I think, at least.”

Liz nodded and picked up her beer. “Let’s toast, to a new hopeful beginning then!”

Scarlette smile and picked up her beer. “To taking out the trash and starting new relationships!”

They laughed and clinked their beers together, each taking large gulps.

Chapter 8: Don’t You Want Me

Author's note: I'm a butt. I'm sorry. That's all I'm gonna say. Now, let's hope I can keep this up with my new founded creativity! Okay, NOW that's all I'm going to say! <3

Present day Los Angeles, California…

She had ordered a small caramel macchiato and took a seat in the back of the coffee shop. Scarlette was about ten minutes early but figured she could use the time to organize her thoughts and give herself a mental pep talk. She sipped on her warm drink as she thought about all the things that could or couldn’t happen. As she was lost in her thoughts she didn’t take notice of the man that walked in, then sat across from her.

“Hey.” He gave her a nervous smile.

She blinked her eyes a few times. “Oh hey, sorry I was lost in my own mind.” She smiled at him.

He nodded, relaxing his smile. “Can I get you another one?” He motioned towards her drink.

“Oh sure, that would be great. A caramel macchiato, please.” She reached for her purse.

“Don’t worry about it, this one is on me.” He gave her a smile as he got up and walked over to the counter. A few moments later he returned with two coffees in hand, placing one in front of Scarlette, and sat back down across from her.

“Thank you.” She took a sip. “So how have you been?”

He gave a small nod as he sipped on his drink. “I’m good and you? Did you finish moving in?”

She nodded. “I’m great, especially since I finished moving in. Everything is pretty much in its place, all I need is the landscapers to finish up the backyard.”

“That’s good.” He took another sip, then placing the cup down in front of him and lacing his fingers together on the table. “I’m glad you wanted to meet. I didn’t think I would ever hear from you, since Sophia had mentioned that you weren’t interested. It was a nice surprise to say the least.”

She smiled. “Yeah, I’m kinda surprised at myself.” She gave a small laugh. “I just figured ‘Why not, what do I have to lose?’. You seem like a stand up guy and if anything we could be friends.”

His smile faltered a bit. “Yeah, I suppose that wouldn’t be too bad.” They sat in silence for a moment, watching each other and the other people in the café. It was a slightly uncomfortable silence.

Scarlette cleared her throat. “So, to be honest and frank, I don’t want to lead you on or give you the wrong idea. I’m just going to lay my cards out for you and you can decide if you want to give anything a shot with me, see where this goes.” She took a sip of her coffee. “I’m not too sure about what I want right now. Friends are always a best place to start, if something grows from that, well, we can take it from there. It’s going to take a lot of patience, since I want to take very small baby steps.” She took in a deep breath and watched him, waiting for his reaction.

He leaned back in his chair, nodding and spinning his coffee cup on the table. “I don’t think you’re asking for too much. I think I can be friend.” He gave her a relaxed smile that showed off his pearly white teeth.

She felt her heart flutter at his smile, catching her breath in her throat. She tried to not show it by looking down at her cup. She swirled what little coffee was left in her cup. This was something she didn’t want. She had decided dating wasn’t a bad idea but she didn’t want to fall head over heels for someone just yet. This was something she hadn’t anticipated, especially after everything that had happened with Rob. She mentally shook her head and sat up straight, she didn’t realize she had been slouching a bit.

“Nervous?” David gave her a small smile that made her heart flutter again.

She gave a light laughed. “A little.”

“Let’s get out of here and go do something. The smell of coffee and tea is making me a little light-headed.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Alright, anywhere in mind?” She began to get up from her seat.

He nodded, standing up from his seat. “Yeah, I know of a nice little park and killer taco stand.” He put his hand out to her.

She looked up and him and smiled. “Okay sounds good.” She took his hand and stood up.

★★★★★★★

They sat together on a park bench munching away at their chicken and shrimp tacos, enjoying each others company and view of the small lake in front of them.

“Those were good.” Scarlette nodded and gently wiped the corners of her mouth, before taking a sip of her bottled water. “Possibly better than the one my grandmother use to make.” She gave him a small smile.

David smiled and nodded. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He finished his can of soda and motioned for her to give him her garbage.

She looked out over the lake and watched two swans swim next to one another, preening, and nuzzling each other. When David came back from throwing away their garbage he held a hand out to her.

“Ready?”

She looked at his hand and the up at him. “Sure.” She took his hand and stood up. “What’s next?”

He entwined their fingers together. “How about we stroll through the park and talk a little bit?”

She smiled and nodded as they began to walk forward. “Okay.” She silently thanked herself for wearing ballet flats instead of her usual heels.

“So, Sophia tells me you model?”

She slightly cocked her head to one side. “Should I be offended?” She mocked hurt and put her free right hand to her heart, smiling.

He gave a light laugh. “Well, to be honest, I’ve been out of the model loop since… awhile.” He last words held a small sadness. He sighed. “I do believe I’ve seen some of your earlier work. If that makes it any better?” He smiled.

She laughed. “It’s alright, but to answer your question, yes. I do a bit of modeling. It’s just a thing.” She playfully shrugged.

He laughed nodding. “I know what you mean, this whole being in a band is a thing for me too.”

They both smiled at each other and walked a few steps in silence.

“So what made you get into modeling? Was it one of those things you were walking into Hot Topic and some scout was there and you were his muse?”

“Oh that is far too glamorous.” She giggled. “Actually, I was working at a Saks Fifth Ave, helping this I’m-too-important-stuck-up-everyone-owes-me agent.” She gave a slight smile while smirking.

He nodded. “What made you do it then?”

Scarlette gave a heavy sigh. “It was the first time I had left my soon-to-be ex-husband and as much money as I made at Saks, it was exhausting and my co-workers… talk about complete backstabbers, as well as other colorful words.” She nodded looking down at the ground for a beat then back at him. “Apparently, she saw something in me and gave me her card. And as they say, the rest is history.” She gave a slight shrug.

“So how’d you get into burlesque and pin up and the like? From the sounds of it, it doesn’t seem like you were looking like Bettie Page at work.” At this point, he lead Scarlette to a bench that was right in front of the lake. He motioned for her to sit before him.

She stared out into the lake for a few moments. “Well,” she took a deep breath. “Christine tried to pimp me out to catalogue shoots. I wasn’t right for them. The photographers could never put their finger on why but that I just didn’t have ‘the look’.” She turned her hips slightly to him and looked at him. Looking into his eyes sent a shudder down her spine causing her to laugh nervously. “Christine almost gave up, until an up and coming L.A. designer said he wanted me for his Fall L.A. Fashion Week show. I puked for a week straight, not to fit into a dress obviously, but because I was a nervous wreck. Yeah, I had been doing small photo shoots but this was major.” She laughed at herself. “Once I got up on the walkway. It just fell into place.”

David gave a confused look and shook his head. “But that doesn’t explain…”

She smiled interrupting him. “He wanted all the models to look like they came straight out of the forties.” She smiled. “That’s how Scarlette Laurent was born.”

“Scarlette isn’t your real name?”

She nodded. “It is, just spelled differently, the common way I guess you could say.”

“Why Scarlette Laurent?”

“Well, Alexander Volkov, he was the designer I worked for, pretty much picked it. Never asked him why, just kind of went with it.” She shrugged.

David laughed. “Volkov! He did a lot of the designs we wear in most of our videos. Great guy. And why not ask? It could be interesting, seeing how he is… rather interesting himself.” He elbowed Scarlette lightly.

“Maybe next time I work with him I will. I hardly see that fabulous jetsetter now.”

“So what’s next for you?”

“I have a few burlesque shows coming up across the country, as well as a few alternative magazine photo shoots.”

“Burlesque, eh? Better than Dita?” He smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh!” She playfully slapped his knee and shook her head. “I am no Dita von Teese, now that woman is magic. She lives and breathes the forties. Pure magic. Absolutely pure magic.”

He nodded. “She is. She puts on quiet a show. I’m sure you do too.”

She laughed. “Perhaps. I guess you’ll just have to find out one day.” She gave him a wink.

★★★★★★★

Once Scarlette got home, she went straight to her master bathroom and began to run hot water in the overly large jacuzzi tub, throwing in a few lavender scented bath pearls to help her relax. She didn’t realize how much her body ached until she walked in the front door to the house she and Liz shared in L.A. She let her hair slide out of the make shift messy French twist and peeled off her clothes.

After cleansing her face of make up, she slowly slid herself into the steaming hot water that was not just about her chest. She switched the faucet to cooler water and let it run for a bit longer til it was about to her chin.

“Perfect.” She slowly let herself slid down into the tub, so the water was over her head. Sitting back up, she slicked her hair back from her face. She instantly felt her pain melt away as the heat of the water worked down to her bones. She leaned her head back to rest on the cushioned head rest of the tub and closed her eyes.

Just as she was dozing off, the bathroom door flew open, causing her to a bout jump out of the tub as well as her skin. “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

Liz burst through the door with a laptop in hand. “You are so not going to fucking believe this!”

Scarlette groaned and rolled her eyes has far back as she could. “Can’t this wait?” Clearly irritated and out of meditation, she growled. “Give me forty-five minutes to myself. PLEASE?”

“No, no, no. You HAVE to see this.”

She sighed and stared straight forward. “Fuck me.” She said under her breath.

Liz sat on edge of the tub and turned the laptop to Scarlette.

“Give me one good reason to not drown you right now.” She said through gritted teeth.

“This.” She hit the enter button and a video began to play.

Scarlette sat for a few moments of silence looking at what seemed to be a home camera in night vision. “I’ve already seen parts of One Night In Paris, thanks.” She began to put Liz away.

“No.”

Just has Liz had said that everything became clear. One guy and four girls, you can imagine the rest. Lots of nudity, fondling, drug snorting, and god knows what else. Scarlette didn’t want to find or figure out what else there was and pushed the laptop close with disgust. “When?”

“They’re saying it was made within the past four to six days. Apparently, his beloved fans, the girls in the video, released it.”

“Classy. On all five of them.” She growled. The light floating feeling she had in her stomach had now turned into a big heavy ball of anxiety and rage, making her feel sick.

Liz nodded. “They’re saying that aren’t sure if it’s really legit. If it’s really him…”

She shook her head. “Oh no, I saw enough to know it’s him. Pig.” She shook her head more violently. “Like the first one WASN’T enough.” She balled her fist up under the water. “So glad I filed. SO GLAD!”

Liz got up. “Mich already called, she’s got most bases covered. She also wanted me to tell you to say…”

“No comment.” They both said in unison.

“Yeah, I know. Now leave me please. Maybe I can drown myself before more shit comes arising.” Scarlette turned away from Liz.

Liz walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Scarlette sighed in frustration. No matter where he was or what he was doing, it always manage to disrupt her life some how and some way. She could never fully enjoy a day, he’d have to do something to royally fuck it up. Scarlette took a couple of deep breathes and let the lavender re-relax her and re-release the tension in her body. This was one of those moments where she wished she had some vodka and cherry ginger ale on hand.

Chapter 7: Meet Me Halfway

Author's Note: Not going to give out an excuse for my ultra-lateness. I'm just lame. :/ Enjoy this one, since I'm not too sure where to go next.

Present day San Diego, California…

“So this is it?” Sophia set down a box and put her hands on her hips, gave the empty room a look around. The house was a 1920’s Mediterranean & Spanish style home, located in the Mission Hills Historic District area of San Diego. It had a huge lush backyard, four bedrooms and three baths. The kitchen, dinning/front room, and living rooms were relatively large. “It’s really nice. I love how green it is here and the neighborhood seems really nice and quiet. Big difference, compared to LA.”

Liz brought in another box. “The furniture should be here at two. Then the house should look a little more filled.” She put her hands on her hips, looking around the front room. “I still cannot believe we knocked out all the furniture shopping in two days.” She sighed, nodding her head.

“I know.” Scarlette placed a box next to the one Liz had brought in. “I’m quiet please with myself in that.” She smiled. “Now, all I have to do is paint this place. White walls are quiet drab.”

Sophia nodded. “Where are the paint swatches?”

“In the car.” Scarlette handed Sophia the keys to her car, Sophia went to go get the swatches.

Liz eyed Scarlette, debating if now was the time to bring him up. “So…” She started off slowly. “Have you heard from him?”

She turned her head a bit to look at Liz. “No, but I heard from his lawyer.” She picked up the box again and walked towards the kitchen.

“And…?” Liz followed her.

She set the box down on the black marble countertop. “He’s going to drag this out as painfully long as he can.” She sighed. “I called Tony, my lawyer, and he’s trying to move things as fast as he can but Rob’s lawyer isn’t being very cooperative either.”

“You think he’s doing it on purpose ‘til he gets back into the US? Maybe try to win you back?”

“Undoubtedly.” She let out a heavy sigh.

“Shit.” She placed a hand on Scarlette’s back.

She shook her head. “It’s going to be a battle.”

By this time, Sophia had found them in the kitchen. She handed Scarlette the paint swatches. “Forget it, let’s start picking out colors and making this place a home for you.” She smiled.

Scarlette nodded. “But let’s get the rest of the boxes in here and maybe order some Chinese take out?”

Liz and Sophia smiled and nodded in union.

They all went out and in of the house a little more than a dozen times, but brought in every last box and placed them in the respective rooms. They all took a seat on the beige carpet floor in the living room. They all sipped on their bottled water as Liz called in the Chinese food order. They had a couple of hours before the movers brought in the furniture.

Scarlette laid on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. She sighed happily and stretched. “I think this room would look good in a light mauve color and a deeper accenting color on a wall, maybe leaving the trim white?”

Sophia nodded. “Yeah, I think that would look really nice. And the three bathrooms do them in some shades of blues or teals. I think those colors would accent the tan tiles in them nicely.”

Liz joined in the conversation once she got off the phone with the Chinese restaurant that was going to deliver the food. By the time the food arrived they had already looked through the swatches, coming up with color schemes, placed the coordinating swatches in the respective rooms, and made plans to go buy the paints the next day.

Excitement filled the room as they ate and discussed how the furniture could be arranged. Then the talk of getting a dog or two came up.

“I just think you should have some sort of security.” Liz stuffed moo shu pork into her mouth and Sophia nodded in agreement.

Scarlette shook her head. “I have a security company coming in to install in two days, plus I think I travel too much. Who’s going to watch the dogs when I’m gone?”

“What about D?”

Sophia and Scarlette looked at Liz as she made her suggestion, making her quickly regret that she had said that. Scarlette looked down and let a silence fall down over them.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

Scarlette shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.” She poked at her General Tso’s Chicken with her chopstick.

Sophia looked at Scarlette. “I’m sure someone could take your dog in, I would if I wasn’t traveling myself.”

Scarlette shrugged half-heartedly. “I’ll think about it.”

Sophia shot Liz a look, as if to say “See what you did?! Fix it.”

Liz looked at Sophia and shrugged. “We should go curtain shopping tonight.” She continued to look at Sophia, shaking her head and shrugging.

Scarlette nodded. “Yeah, that might be a good idea since we already picked out the colors.”

They started to gather the take out containers and clean up since there was about forty-five minutes before the movers would arrive. Liz opened the door so the movers could just walk in and Sophia went around the house to make sure none of the boxes were in the way. Scarlette opened the backdoors to let some fresh air in. She took a few steps out into the back yard and surveyed the area. It was really large, even though it had a decently sized pool. She tried to visualize what type of patio furniture she wanted, something that would look well with the red bricked and Spanish tiled grill/bar area.

As she was deep in thought, she about jumped out of her skin when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She answered it up without looking at the caller ID, a habit she was going to have to change. “Hello?”

“Hey.” The voice on the other end made her catch her breath in her throat. “Are you busy?”

She shook her head. “Uh, no no.” He was the last person she had expected to call her, she was taken aback to say the least.

“I just thought we should talk.”

“Talk?” She tried to keep her voice calm and even, she was slightly scared where this conversation could be going since they had not talk in a long while and the last time they talked, it did not end well for Scarlette.

“Look, I’m sorry I was an ass the last time we talked. I just… can you blame me for not believing you? After all the other breakups and get back togethers.”

“If this is going to be about the past then I really think this conversation should end now. I’m trying to move forward with my life, not hang out in the past like I always use to and I don’t need someone constantly reminding me of what a fucking moron I use to be.” She didn’t mean to snap at him, but it was bound to come out sooner or later. “I’m tired of him thinking I’m always going to stick around when he treats me like trash and I’m tired of you thinking I’m some poor weak helpless little girl. Either you move forward with me or you can kindly get the fuck out of my life now.” She ground her teeth as she drove her last point home.

He sighed. “I’m really sorry. I never meant to doubt you.”

She scoffed at that. It wasn’t that she was so much angry at him, she was hurt and disappointed with him, especially since he had been calling himself her best friend for years. She let other things go when he had turned his back on her and would go on for months without talking to her. The straw that had broke more than one camel’s back, was when a sex tape of a groupie and Rob had been released on the internet. It sent off such a chain reaction between not only Scarlette and Rob, but Scarlette and D.

Even though the turning point of their friendship was at the surprise wedding in Vegas, it had always been rocky since she had moved out of the apartment, D and Lara had shared, two years after she had moved in. Though, she was hardly there once she had signed on to a contract with Christine, to begin with, Scarlette could never figure out why exactly they had let their friendship get that way. She left it to the reason of him and Lara’s planning of their wedding and relationship issues. Scarlette tried to be their for the both of them, but learned she would have to back away from both friendships, as to not let them think she was choosing one more over than the other.

“Can we start from where we left off?” He had an edge of pleading in his voice.

Scarlette closed her eyes and wavered her head in though. “Perhaps.” She shook her head.

“Okay then.” He took in a deep breath. “How are things with you today?” He tried to lighten his voice, slightly failing.

“I’m fine. A little exhausted since I’m moving into my new house.”

“Oh?”

It was an awkward conversation but she tried to put the awkwardness aside. “Yeah, I’m living in San Diego now. It’s really nice here.”

“San Diego? Wow. You really are moving on, I’m happy for you.”

She smiled. “Thanks.”

“If you need anything, help moving in furniture, painting, or whatever, let me know. I want to make up for all the lost times I haven’t had with you.”

“Well, the movers are bringing in the furniture right now as we speak… but we are planning to start painting by, hopefully, tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’ll drive down there tomorrow in the early morning. Maybe we can talk more, in person, so it’s not so awkward.”

She nodded. “Okay yeah, but Sophia and Liz will be here too.”

“That’s fine. Just send me the directions to my phone and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay. I’ll talk to you then.” She hung up her phone and walked back inside where Sophia and Liz stood staring at her. “He’ll be here tomorrow morning to talk and help out.”

They looked at each other and Liz spoke up. “By he, you mean D, right?”

Scarlette nodded. “I assume you both were listening in.”

They looked away from her sheepishly. “Yeah, but we also have been telling the movers where to put everything too.” Liz shrugged.

Scarlette rolled her eyes then looked around the room. Thankfully, all the furniture was still wrapped in plastic, one less thing for them to do before they started painting. “Then you can send him the directions to the house, Liz.” She raised an eyebrow at Liz. She didn’t care that they were listening, she actually figured that they would, which was funny to her. ”We need to pick up plastic sheets or painters cloth to lay on the floors tomorrow.”

“Oooh random thought,” Sophia chimed in. “We should plan for a house warming party too!”

Scarlette and Liz both looked at Sophia. “That’s all you ever want to do it party.” Scarlette laughed.

“Hell yeah!” She stuck out her tongue and made the devil horns with her right hand.

They all started laughing and resumed watching and directing the movers where to go.

★★★★★★★

It was about eight o’clock in the morning when Scarlette and the girls got up. They had past out early, being exhausted from the all the moving, arranging, and rearranging of everything. All three had past out on the plastic covered bed in the large master bedroom. Some how, during sometime in the night, someone went out to a car a grabbed a blanket from Scarlette’s SVU. She always kept a thick blanket in her vehicles, just in case, part of an emergency kit of sorts.

The three went to the bathroom and tried to freshen up as much as possible, washing the sleep off their faces as much as they could. Once Scarlette had just finished toweling off her face, she received a text from D letting her know he was ten minutes away from the house. Sophia had offered herself to go out and get coffee and food. Liz went with her to make sure she got everything and had help, it was just an excuse to give Scarlette and D privacy.

Once they left Scarlette had changed her shirt and jeans to some older and ratty shirt and jeans, since they were going to be painting. She pulled her waist length hair into a folded ponytail and pushed her bangs back with an old thin white plastic headband.

Just as she was finishing up in the bathroom, the door bell rang. She slowly made her way over to the front door. Once she reached it she took a deep breath and unlocked the door.

She opened the door. “Hi. Come on in.” She stepped to the side.

D was wearing paint stained jeans and a white shirt. He ran his hand through his short black hair. “Thanks.” He stepped inside and looked around. “This is really nice. Really beautiful.” He nodded. “Hell of a lot better than LA.”

She closed the door and walked past him. “Thanks.”

He followed her into the kitchen/dining room area. He leaned against the counter top of the bar. Scarlette was leaning against the countertop across from him, facing him. “It’s a really nice place here, Scarlette.”

She nodded, looking at him straight on, waiting. Arms crossed in front of her.

He sighed heavily. “Alright, I’m sorry for that past few…” He searched his mind for the word he was looking for. “Years.” He hung his head slightly. “I know I probably don’t deserve forgiveness at this point, but I want you to know I am sorry. For everything.” He cleared his throat. “I know excuses are lame and that’s all explanations are but it’s been really hard, especially the past two years or so. Stressful is too light of a word for it.” He smirked. “It may sound selfish but I really didn’t want to hear the repeat problems of yours and deal with the reality of mine at the same time.”

Scarlette raised an eyebrow.

He leaned back a little and let out a sad sigh. “Lara and I had been going through some problems, as you know, but they only got worse. Then after the baby…”

“Baby?” She interrupted him, with her eyes widened with shock and confusion. With all the mutual friends that had had, she knew of the problems he and Lara had faced over the years but none of them ever mentioned them having a baby.

He leaned forward onto the bar, resting his elbows on the cold counter top and pressed his palms into his eyes. “I really wanted to tell you. I really did.” He shook his head. “I didn’t want to drag anyone down with me, with us. It was hard enough as it was and Lara… She just disappeared. Not physically, but mentally. The lights were on but no one was home.” His voice started to shake.

Scarlette’s back became rigid, her mouth dropping open a little as she slowly figured out what he meant. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Was all she could come up with. She debated on what to do, deciding that anything else rather than standing there and staring at him, was better. She walked around to him and placed a hand on his back softly, letting him know she was there.

“I just…” He shook his head slowly. “I didn’t know what to do, how to deal with it. I was just so stricken with grief.” A tear rolled down his cheek. “I thought Lara would snap out of it, but no. Instead she took it out on me, blaming me.” He put his face back into his palms, sobbing heavily.

Scarlette felt her heartbreak with him. She wrapped her arms around him, moving her hand in small circles on his back, and rocked him. Here she was half his size, trying to console him for once. She had a mix of emotions run through her, she still wanted to be pissed at him for leaving her stranded but then guilty for never knowing what was really happening between Lara and him, even more so when this news. Maybe she should have called to see what was going on, maybe then he would have told her. There was no use in dwelling on the past though.

“I lost her.” Was all he said in between slowed sobs. He stiffened and stood up straighter.

Scarlette let go of him and watched him, handing him a rough napkin from the previous nights Chinese take out. “Sorry, it’s all I have.” She gave him a weak smile.

He took it, thanking her with his own weak smile. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She rested a hand on his shoulder.

He sighed letting his muscular shoulders slump forward. “I tried, I really did. I suggested therapy, moving, everything and anything. Then she said she was moving back home to see if that would help.” He shook his head and turned to look at Scarlette. “She served me with divorce papers two weeks ago.”

She squeezed his shoulder. She didn’t want to ask him any questions or push him to talk, she just wanted him to know that she was there for him.

He shook his head again and walked around to the kitchen sink. He splashed cold water on his face, then wiped his face on his old worn shirt. “I said I would help paint. I can’t do that bawling my eyes out and feeling sorry for myself.”

Scarlette gave a weak smile, shaking her head. “If you need anything, and I mean anything…” She stood next to him. “Let me know.”

“Even after everything?”

She smiled and nodded. “I told you I wanted to leave things in the past, and well that is the past.”

He rubbed the back of his head. “I still have to make it up to you somehow, I was a pretty shitty person, especially when you called me to tell me it was over between you two.”

She shrugged. “Let’s just not let anything get in between or friendship again, okay?”

He nodded.

Just then Liz and Sophia came through the door, yelling for help to get the rest of the coffee and food from the car. After everyone settled in and got organized, the food was handed out and coffee was creamed and sugared. It was like old times, everyone laughing and smiling. It continued through out the day and well into the night. Things were starting to look up for the best.

Chapter 4: And All That Could Have Been (Part I)

*Authors note*: Sorry for the delay. I decided to split this chapter into 2 parts, since it was becoming quite long. Part 2 will be posted Friday. :D

Present day Los Angeles, California…

It had been two days since Scarlette had visited her divorce lawyer. She and Liz had been scouring the internet for any information or pictures about her visiting the lawyer and nothing had turned up. As of yet.

It was around eight in the morning when her phone started to go off with Lady Gaga’s “Paparazzi”. A hand emerged from the pile of blankets and reached out towards the night stand to the right of it. After a bit of fumbling, the hand pulled the phone back under the pillows.

“Hello?” Scarlette croaked out.

“We have a slight problem.” It was Mich.

Since she was still half a sleep, the word “problem” didn’t faze her. Her thoughts were more focused on falling back asleep. “Uh huh.”

“I thought I cleaned up most of the mess but, the photos leaked last night, early this morning.” Mich’s voice sounded apologetic.

That jolted her awake. She opened her eyes wide. “What?!” She flung the blankets off of her and jumped out of bed. She grabbed her light pink silk robe that had little cherry blossoms scattered all over the back and a few on the front. She put it on as she walked out of the room.

“The photos leaked. I’m going to try to do as much damage control as I can from here. If anyone asks, do not comment.”

She grunted as she flew down the stairs and into the dining room. “I have to call my lawyer.” She was at a large oak wood eight seat, dining table. There were two laptops, a Dell XPS and a Mac Air. She sat in front of the Dell and woke it from its sleep mode.

“Why?”

She opened a browser and did a Google search. “To see if my lawyer called his lawyer who would have called him.” So far only two major gossip sites were reporting it. She opened up the bands’ website and checked the country they were in, Berlin, Germany. She did a quick conversion in her head. Some wear around five p.m. “Crap. I gotta go. Call me if anything changes.” She hung up on Mich and immediately called her lawyer, then remembered it was Saturday. “Shit.” She hung up after it rang a few times. She put her head down on the laptops keyboard and silently prayed it would fall on deaf ears. Highly unlikely.

She cursed herself. She should have just own upped to it and called him to let him know what was happening. Instead she procrastinated and karma came to bite her in the ass. She banged her head on the laptop a little and grunted.

Just then Liz came down from her room. “Dude, you need to see this.” She walked past Scarlette and into the living room. She turned on the TV and switched it over to a well known news network.

“It’s been reported that famous fetish model Scarlette was seen leaving high profile divorce lawyer…” The TV blared.

Scarlette sat up straight. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” She got up from her seat and stood next to Liz.

Liz tried to lighten the mood. “I know! Like all you do is fetish modeling or something, geez!”

She looked at Liz from the corner of her eye and glared. “I’m so fucked… I need coffee for this.” She walked back out of the living room, through the dinning room, and into the kitchen. She started preparing the coffee maker.

Liz walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “It could be worse?”

She sneered. “Worse?” She pushed the brew button on the coffee maker. “Enlighten me please because I would really like to feel better right now.” She turned to Liz; who was getting eggs, bread, milk, and bacon from the fridge.

Liz shrugged just as she was about to say something Scarlette’s phone started to sing Private’s “We’ve Got Some Breaking Up to Do”. They both slowly turned their head to the phone, which was still on the dinning room table.

“Like that.” Liz pointed to the phone. “Ironic, no?” She gave a weak laugh.

Scarlette walked back to the dinning room and gave Liz a glare over her shoulder. She hesitated at picking up the phone, staring down at it. Then she realized her hand was shaking, her entire body was quaking. Right as she picked it up it stopped ringing. She let out a rush of air in relief. Then it started again causing her to almost throw the phone across the room. “Fuck…” She muttered as she looked down at his name and picture. She touched the green button that was on the screen and swallowed hard.

“Hello?” Her voice came out small, almost a whisper.

“FINALLY! Shit. What in the fuck is going on over there?” He screamed into the phone. “I get bombarded by these asshole paparazzi screaming about divorce, then Tony shows me pictures on the internet of my wife leaving some divorce lawyers office! Care to explain???”

She sighed and put a hand to her forehead. So her lawyer hadn’t talked to his lawyer yet or her lawyer did but his lawyer did talk to him yet. She pulled out a chair and sat down. “I… I…” She couldn’t think of what to say or how to say it. No matter how pissed or hurt or over it you were, it was always difficult to break up with someone. “I’m sorry.” She sighed again into the phone. “There’s no other way to put it, I’m sorry you have to find out like this though.”

He smirked. “How…? Why…? What did I do?” His voice sounded shaky and the hurt leapt through the phone and into her heart. “Can’t we fix whatever it is?”

She laughed at that, sounding a little bitchy but she couldn’t help it. “I cannot go through this anymore.” It came out harsher then she meant it to. “I have given you so many damn chances over the years. So many, it’s ridiculous. I cannot do it for another 10 years. Hell, another 10 weeks even. I can’t. I just can’t.”

“But what if…”

She cut him off. “No. I’m done. I’m tired of the lies. I’m tired of the affairs, the drugs, the drinking, and the excuses, all of it. I’m tired of all it. I want out.” She took a deep breath. “I want a divorce.”

“I can fix this. I know I can, if you let me.” He sounded like a lost little boy.

She shook her head and laughed bitterly. “No, no, NO! There is no fixing. As much as this is killing me, it is done. It is destroyed. We are beyond the point of no return.” A tear fell from her eye.

“In two weeks, when I get back home, I’ll change your mind.” Now he was just being crazy.

“No.” She wiped her eye with the back of her hand. “Just, sign the papers when you receive them. Please.” She hung up the phone before he said anything else and turned off the phone. If anyone needed her, they had her business number, which Liz answered anyways. Thankfully, he didn’t have that number. She placed her phone next to the laptop and got up. She walked over to the two French doors that lead out to the backyard. She opened them and walked outside.

It was getting warm outside, it was the middle of April. The birds where chirping and the flowers were beginning to bloom. The grass was green and lush. There was a fountain with a pond at the bottom and a cement bench next to it, to her right. To her left was a swinging chair, under a large green tree. The wall surrounding the yard was a gray brick that was about 8 feet tall.

She tilted her head back and breathed in deeply. She felt the weight on her shoulders disappear and most importantly, she didn’t want to cry. She felt different, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It felt familiar but strange, all at the same time. Then she realized. She felt relieved, relaxed… happy. She smiled at the thought. Then she felt a hand at her back.

It was Liz. Liz handed her a cup of coffee. “How are you feeling?” Her voice was gentle.

She tilted her head to the side. “Oddly enough, I feel great. Happy.” She looked at Liz and smiled. “Something I haven’t felt in a long time.” She sipped her coffee. “Perfect. Thanks.”

Liz searched her face. “Well, you are kinda glowing.” She smiled. Her voice was careful though. ”I’m glad you feel better now. Are you hungry?”

She nodded. “I am. I’m usually not a breakfast person but I feel like breakfast.” She smiled and they headed inside.

★★★★★★★

“Just to remind you, you have a shoot tomorrow.” Liz was reading though emails on Scarlette’s computer. “It should be fun. It’s with that French designer who makes are those really pretty sparkly and expensive corsets. Ooh, maybe you’ll get to keep one.”

Scarlette shrugged. “His name is Jacque and I know. Am I the new spokes model for him?” She was reading though Bizarre Magazine. She had done an interview and photo shoot for them a few months ago, now it was out on news stands and she was the first to get a copy.

Liz sipped on her sprite. “Eh, maybe? Maybe it’s like a tester type of thing. He did request for you though so we shall see.” She went back to looking at the computer screen. “It’s ridiculous how many friends request you get everyday. I’m on the tenth page of thirty.”

“Any interesting emails?” She sipped on her White Russian. She glanced at her watch. She had two hours before she went to meet up with her friend to have dinner with.

“I’ll check right now, let me get this out of the way.”

Scarlette got up for the table. “Well, I’ll be in the shower. I have to get ready to meet Sophia for dinner. Save the important looking emails for me.”

Thirty minutes later, Scarlette emerged from the shower feeling refreshed and clean. It had been about a week since she informed her soon-to-be-ex-husband that he was going to be just that. Her mood had been lifted since that day, not a moment of depression or a tear shed for that sadness anymore. As cold as that may seem, she was finally moving on with her life.

She blow-dried her hair and then curled it with a flatiron. She applied very little make up, her foundation and powder. Then her black gel eyeliner, giving her eyes a little cat eye, and black mascara. She dusted a soft pink on her cheeks and gave her lips a little nude sparkle. Once she was done applying her make up she put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark purple tunic, which had intricate embroidery and bead work around the neck and bottom edges. She slipped on her dark purple patent leather pumps and grabbed her small black leather purse, stuffing her phone, lipgloss, and wallet inside.

She walked down stairs, Liz was still sitting at the table. “are you going to be okay tonight?”

Liz looked up at her with a smirk on her face. “Yeah, mom, I’ll be fine.”

“I’m just checking, I don’t want you to think I’m blowing you off or something.” She stood next to Liz.

“Psh. Whatever. You’re just a roomie that I work for.” She shrugged and then laughed. “Besides, I’m going out tonight anyways. With a boy.”

Scarlette lifted an eyebrow. “Oh really?” In all the year she has known Liz, Liz never had a boyfriend or went out with boys or anyone for that matter, except for her.

“Yeah. He’s nice. Nothing serious though. Just drinks and a little dancing.”

“So I shouldn’t wait up?” She smiled.

Liz shrugged then smiled a little.

“I have to get going. But have fun and be safe.” She bent down and gave Liz a hug.

“I will, you too.” She hugged back.

Chapter 1: Bittersweet

Present day Los Angeles, California…

A female with long burgundy hair sat in a large leather chair, adjusting her knee length form-fitting black dress. She was also wearing big dark, black-framed sunglasses, to hide her bloodshot evergreen colored eyes. Her hair framed her face with its layers.

Across from her sat a man in a black and pinstripe 3 piece Armani suit, behind a large mahogany desk. His hair was black and cut short on the sides but a bit longer on the top; just enough to comb it back and look very professional. He’s build was thick; not fat and not very muscular. His suit was tailored very well to his body.

His office had matching mahogany shelves with several law books, gold frames, and other trinkets. There were also frames places amongst the shelves and on the walls, displaying his family and achievements. The carpet was a deep royal blue from wall to wall; it was very thick and cushy to walk on.

“So you are planning to divorce your husband, correct?” He clasped his hands in front of him on his desk, slightly leaning forward. He wore a very nice looking gold Rolex and a gold wedding band.

She nodded. “Yes, that is correct.” She smoothed the front of her dress. It was a habit she had when she felt nervous or uncomfortable; at the moment, she was feeling a bit of both. She still loved her husband, but couldn’t deal with his problems and addictions anymore. She was tired of waiting for him to change; it was obvious he wasn’t going to, so it was time to call it quits.

“Have you started the paperwork?”

She nodded, reaching over for her purse and pulled out some papers. “He’s out of the country, can he still be served?” She reached over and handed him the papers.

“Yes, he can still be served; it might be a bit harder if he’s traveling through different countries.” He looked over the papers briefly. “You filled these out pretty well, Mrs. Davis. Did you have any help?” He slightly chuckled and leaned back into his large black leather chair.

She gave a weak smile. “Yes. A friend, who was also married to a rock star.”

He nodded and leaned forward again. “Well, it’s good you have some support, one that can understand what you will go through. I can’t promise this is going to be clean and easy, but I will try to make it as much as I possibly can. Seeing how there are no children; that will make it a bit easier. What could make it difficult; is that there is no prenuptial agreement. He could drag this out for a long time if he wants to fight for anything.”

She nodded. “I understand.” She sighed. “He can have the houses and vehicles. I just want my pets and what money is mine. No alimony either. I just want my life back.” Her voice cracked.

He grabbed a box of tissues and reached out with it. “That will make it easier. But if he wants to fight over how much money you get…”

She grabbed a few tissues and dabbed the tissues under her eyes, lifting her sunglasses a little, revealing eyes severely red and puffy eyes. The redness made her green eyes a much more intense green with gold flecks. She placed the glasses back down on her face and nodded. “I don’t think he will, but with his odd behavior changes, who knows.” She smirked.

★★★★★★★

For her, things began to fall apart from the beginning of their marriage. She’d curse him out for his recreational drug use and binge drinking, leaving him and staying with friends or going back home. Yet, he’d beg for her forgiveness and promise he’d change, which he would for a bit. She’d accept and go back to him. This went on for at least five years. It wasn’t so bad in the beginning of their relationship.

They were both in high school; she was 15 and he was 16. He was always in his friend’s garage playing the guitar with his buddies, fantasizing about how awesome it would be to be famous and how many people would hear this music. Of course, his friends would talk about how many girls would be all over them, but he’d just turn and look at her and say “Babe, when I get famous, you’re coming with me and sticking by my side. We’ll be famous together. Sound good?” Her heart and stomach would flutter, and she’d smile and kiss him.

She was pretty much always there for every one of his shows. Always cheered him on when he felt that the band wasn’t amounting to anything. Helped him figure out songs when they didn’t sound right to him or when he’d hit a wall in the creativity department. She gave him unconditional support and stuck by his side through everything.

Then when he was 21, the band blew up. It seemed like overnight to everyone involved. A famous music producer happened to be in the audience during a show, approached them with a contract and the next thing they knew they dropped out of college and moved to California. He kept his promise about taking her with him, but some where along the way, he forgot about her.

Now here she was, sitting in some well-known lawyer’s office preparing for a divorce. She finally took her family's and friends’ advice. Only, he didn’t know she had left him yet. She could never get a hold of him anyways and he barely called her.

★★★★★★★

She left her lawyer’s office about two hours later. They discussed everything from the houses, vehicles, pets, money, and how this could turn into the biggest fight she’s ever fought. By the end of her appointment, she gave him the information of her husband’s lawyer. Maybe his lawyer would have better luck contacting him about the divorce.

“How’d it go?” Walking next to her was one of her best friends and assistant. She was about five feet, four inches tall, very petite frame as well. A deep purple cowl neck sweater clung to her body with the black tights she wore. The black leather below-the-knee boots made her a bit taller. Her shoulder length hair was pulled back into a messy bun and black Louis Vuitton sunglasses pushed back on her head.

“It was… fine, I suppose.” She said as they crossed the parking lot. Her black Dior heels clicked against the cement. “As good as a meeting with a lawyer for a divorce would go.” In the corner of her eye she saw someone ducking behind cars. “Shit.” She muttered under her breath.

“There are two more on my right over here. I guess I should have parked closer.” She unlocked a black Mercedes-Benz GL550 SUV with its keyless entry remote.

Sighing, she got her phone out and began to punch in numbers. They finally reached their car and she got in on the passenger side. “It’s fine. I guess if she or someone close to him reads the gossip sites or magazines, he’ll find out about the divorce this way.” She spoke to her lawyer’s secretary, telling her that she was just photographed walking out of his office and to let him know. Hanging up the phone she slouched into the cashmere nappa leather seat. “I need to call movers to…”

“I did that. They’ll be there in the morning. I’ll go so you don’t have to.” She had started the car and was getting ready to turn on to the road.

Giving a weak smile and closing her eyes. “Thanks, Liz. You’ve been the best. I should give you a raise.”

Liz smiled as she turned on to the road. “You’re welcome. Don’t worry about a raise, just buy me lunch. I’m starving.”

“Now that you mention it, I am pretty hungry too. Alright, lunch is on me. I feel like Yamashiro.”

“Oh, that sounds good.” She nodded. “So…” She started off slowly. “Are you going to change your name?”

Shrugging, she sat up. “Maybe, I don’t know. I’ve established myself pretty well with this name. I’ll see what Mich says. Speaking of which…” She pulled out her phone and scrolled through a few names before hitting talk.

Mich was her public relations representative. Mich always tried to give her the best advice she could and was almost like another best friend, just one who would clean up any public messes that were made around her.

“Hello, Lovely.” A voice on the other end chimed.

“Oh god, Mich. Please don’t call me that.” She cringed back into her seat. It was a nickname he had given her in high school: "Lovely Lady". He had also written a song of the same name for her, which was the band's first single, and it had shot them up to stardom.

“Okay, okay…” She laughed. “What’s up?”

She gave her a run down of her day and what else was planned during the days ahead of her.

“Geez, I thought you’d wait until he got back from the tour.”

She sighed heavily. “I’d rather get it started now than wait for the impending doom.”

“And he doesn’t know?”

“Nope. Not a clue.”

“Alright, I’ll do what I do best.”

“Thanks, Mich.” She sighed in relief.

“I’m just doing my job. Just call me before you go to your lawyer’s office next time or plan to do anything else big. Take care.” Mich laughed.

She smiled. “Will do.” She hung up the phone and stared out the window, watching buildings and trees pass by. They were almost at the restaurant; which was a good thing, since her stomach started to grumble.

Characters

"Lovely Lady"/Scarlette (26) - We first meet her in a lawyer's office, filing for divorce from her rather famous rock star soon-to-be-ex-husband; who is on tour in Europe and finds out the termination of his marriage by celebrity news gossipers'. We find out early on that her nickname is Lovely Lady, and she is a well-known model who has a knack for modeling the alternative lifestyles. Now she's finally moving out and on, buying her own home and other personal properties without having to constantly stress over the soon-to-be-ex-husband and his party all the time lifestyle.

Liz (23) - Scarlette's personal assistant and one of her best friends. Even though she's young and hasn't been involved in the entertainment industry for long, she tries her best to give Scarlette advice and a shoulder to lean on.

Mich (35) - Scarlette's public relations representative who also could be her best friend or her mother. She handles all the dirty work that LL digs up for herself or what Scarlette's husbands recklessness causes.

Rob/Ex-husband (27) - Little is known about him except for the fact he's going to be Scarlette's ex-husband. He's upset over the fact that Scarlette has filed but promises to win her back. He also, gave Scarlette her nickname, Lovely Lady; to which she now despises. Wrote a song, by the same name, about her. Also, enjoys the rock star lifestyle a little too much.

D (28) - Good friend of Scarlette, probably one of her best guy friends. Tries to support her every decision, even if he thinks it's a bad one, and has giving Scarlette a shoulder to lean on whenever she needs it. Offers her has much advice as he can, when she ask for it.

Lara (24) - D's fiancée and friend of Scarlette. Offers moral and fashion support. Always has a guest bedroom to crash in when Scarlette needs a break from life.

Christine (42) - Is an agent for a prestigious model agency. She's the one who discovered Scarlette in Saks Fifth Avenue.

Sophia (26) - Good friend of Scarlette and fellow model. Tries to help Scarlette out by setting her up on a date. Means well, but can sometimes come off as ditzy.

Matt (38) - Is the lead singer in the rock band Dysmorphic Sound. Currently dating Scarlette's friend Sophia.

David (35) - Is the lead guitarist in the rock band Dysmorphic Sound. Sophia thought he would be good for Scarlette, perhaps as a rebound if not more. Seems friendly and genuinely interesting in Scarlette.

Daniel (37) - Works at the Mandalay Bay Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas, NV as a concierge. Becomes friends with Scarlette because of her calm and coolness, helps get her ready for her surprise wedding.

Alexander Volkov (33) - An up and coming designer and good friend to Scarlette. Has a "tell it like it is" attitude.