that meant—
"It's Marnie, right?" Olivia asked, extending her tiny little hand.
"Marnie, yes," she said, recovering, and quickly shook Olivia's hand and dropped it before she broke it. "It's so great to meet you, Miss Dagwood. I've seen most of your films and I think you're great. I loved A
Late Summer's Tale
."
"Oh, thank you. I was nominated for an Academy Award for that performance." She smiled appreciatively. "Please call me Olivia. We're going to be working very closely together, so we should be friends."
Okay. She had officially died and gone .to heaven. She was beaming and could practically feel her face splitting in two with a ridiculously huge smile.
"Why don't you have a seat? Peter was just touching me up for the next scene."
Peter, the makeup guy, gave Marnie a cool once-over before he turned his attention to Olivia again.
"And this is my assistant, Lucy. You'll be seeing quite a lot of her."
"Hi," Marnie said.
Lucy nodded her head and dipped her gaze to her PDA, as if something in there was too fascinating to break away from and say hello.
"Have a seat, Marnie. Would you like something to drink?"
Marnie eased down onto a lounge chair. "Ah… a diet soda if you have one."
"
Soda
!" Olivia exclaimed delicately. "Well, no—I should have said bottled or mineral water," she said apologetically.
"Oh! Bottled water is fine."
Without words or eye contact, Lucy got up and walked across the trailer to a small fridge, opened it up, then slammed it shut again. "We're out of water."
Olivia, who had reseated herself in front of a lighted mirror, sighed wearily. "That's the third time in two weeks. Do these people read their contracts? Can you
please
do something about it, Lucy?"
Lucy instantly put her PDA in her pocket and stepped out of die trailer. Marnie looked at Eli. Eli winked at her.
"Okay, Olivia, you remember what we talked about, right?" he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Nothing too elaborate."
"I know, I know," she said, and looking at Marnie in the reflection of her mirror, she playfully rolled her pale-blue eyes. "Men. They have no appreciation for weddings, do they? Especially Eli. But honestly, I'm not a wedding person. I'm really doing this for Vince."
What did she mean,
especially Eli
? Why Eli? And why was Eli coloring a little? He didn't seem the type to color. Ever. At anything.
He looked at Marnie. "I'll be back in a half hour."
"That's okay, Eli," Olivia said. "I'll send her home in a car."
"You sure?"
"Of course! We've got so much to talk about, and I am sure you don't want to wait around. Is that all right with you, Marnie?"
Was she kidding? "Ah—sure!"
Eli didn't look so keen on the idea, but he shrugged. "Okay. So I'll call you tomorrow, Marnie," he said, and with one last look at Olivia, he stepped forward, bent his head, and whispered in Mamie's ear, "Remember what we talked about." And then he gave her a very pointed look, stepped out of the trailer, almost colliding with Lucy and a guy in a green service shirt, who carried a flat of bottled Perrier.
"Is it cold?" Olivia asked him. "I don't want it if it's not cold."
The man silently hoisted the flat onto his shoulder and went out again.
"Morons. Who wants warm water? I'm so sorry, Marnie. Hopefully the morons will get us some cold water before my next scene. In the meantime, tell me a little about yourself!" she said.
"Oh! Well, I suppose I should tell you that this is my first solo wedding, but I have apprenticed extensively under Simon Dupree—"
"Dupree. Yes, I've heard of him. He did a strike party for a Miramax film I did, I think."
Marnie didn't think so, but continued on with her experience. And as she talked more and more about herself, she had the very distinct impression that not only was Olivia listening, she was
interested
.
Oh yeah, this was going to be the job of a
lifetime
.
MUCH later that afternoon, after a long chat about chefs, Olivia sent Marnie home. Literally.
Dad was
"It's Marnie, right?" Olivia asked, extending her tiny little hand.
"Marnie, yes," she said, recovering, and quickly shook Olivia's hand and dropped it before she broke it. "It's so great to meet you, Miss Dagwood. I've seen most of your films and I think you're great. I loved A
Late Summer's Tale
."
"Oh, thank you. I was nominated for an Academy Award for that performance." She smiled appreciatively. "Please call me Olivia. We're going to be working very closely together, so we should be friends."
Okay. She had officially died and gone .to heaven. She was beaming and could practically feel her face splitting in two with a ridiculously huge smile.
"Why don't you have a seat? Peter was just touching me up for the next scene."
Peter, the makeup guy, gave Marnie a cool once-over before he turned his attention to Olivia again.
"And this is my assistant, Lucy. You'll be seeing quite a lot of her."
"Hi," Marnie said.
Lucy nodded her head and dipped her gaze to her PDA, as if something in there was too fascinating to break away from and say hello.
"Have a seat, Marnie. Would you like something to drink?"
Marnie eased down onto a lounge chair. "Ah… a diet soda if you have one."
"
Soda
!" Olivia exclaimed delicately. "Well, no—I should have said bottled or mineral water," she said apologetically.
"Oh! Bottled water is fine."
Without words or eye contact, Lucy got up and walked across the trailer to a small fridge, opened it up, then slammed it shut again. "We're out of water."
Olivia, who had reseated herself in front of a lighted mirror, sighed wearily. "That's the third time in two weeks. Do these people read their contracts? Can you
please
do something about it, Lucy?"
Lucy instantly put her PDA in her pocket and stepped out of die trailer. Marnie looked at Eli. Eli winked at her.
"Okay, Olivia, you remember what we talked about, right?" he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Nothing too elaborate."
"I know, I know," she said, and looking at Marnie in the reflection of her mirror, she playfully rolled her pale-blue eyes. "Men. They have no appreciation for weddings, do they? Especially Eli. But honestly, I'm not a wedding person. I'm really doing this for Vince."
What did she mean,
especially Eli
? Why Eli? And why was Eli coloring a little? He didn't seem the type to color. Ever. At anything.
He looked at Marnie. "I'll be back in a half hour."
"That's okay, Eli," Olivia said. "I'll send her home in a car."
"You sure?"
"Of course! We've got so much to talk about, and I am sure you don't want to wait around. Is that all right with you, Marnie?"
Was she kidding? "Ah—sure!"
Eli didn't look so keen on the idea, but he shrugged. "Okay. So I'll call you tomorrow, Marnie," he said, and with one last look at Olivia, he stepped forward, bent his head, and whispered in Mamie's ear, "Remember what we talked about." And then he gave her a very pointed look, stepped out of the trailer, almost colliding with Lucy and a guy in a green service shirt, who carried a flat of bottled Perrier.
"Is it cold?" Olivia asked him. "I don't want it if it's not cold."
The man silently hoisted the flat onto his shoulder and went out again.
"Morons. Who wants warm water? I'm so sorry, Marnie. Hopefully the morons will get us some cold water before my next scene. In the meantime, tell me a little about yourself!" she said.
"Oh! Well, I suppose I should tell you that this is my first solo wedding, but I have apprenticed extensively under Simon Dupree—"
"Dupree. Yes, I've heard of him. He did a strike party for a Miramax film I did, I think."
Marnie didn't think so, but continued on with her experience. And as she talked more and more about herself, she had the very distinct impression that not only was Olivia listening, she was
interested
.
Oh yeah, this was going to be the job of a
lifetime
.
MUCH later that afternoon, after a long chat about chefs, Olivia sent Marnie home. Literally.
Dad was
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