Synopsis
In
her first year of college at Yale, challenging courses and new friends provide
a much-needed distraction for Livvy Holland. Beyond the tears–for the most
part– she won’t allow the lingering anger she harbors toward her ex-boyfriend
to consume her.
Even after taking steps to conceal her identity, Livvy is still very recognizable and popular among her new classmates. She takes advantage of her situation and accepts dates with multiple guys, trying to piece together an image of ‘her type of guy’ that differs from all the good qualities Jon Scott once possessed.
An unexpected letter arrives on Livvy’s 18th birthday, shifting her focus and forcing her to reevaluate all the relationships in her life. She now knows the identity of her biological father, and struggles to make sense of the news alone. Fortunately, she won’t have to.
Just as Livvy’s life begins to normalize, one of her professors provides her with the creative opportunity of a lifetime. Trusting in the bonds she’s made with everyone she loves, she believes she can have everything she wants and makes the decision that allows her to be true to herself.
She was chosen for a reason. Chosen to be a gifted artist that–with a few strokes of a paintbrush–could touch people emotionally; profoundly. Chosen by her parents so they had a place to share their boundless love and devotion. Chosen by her friend so he could return the encouragement, inspiration and affection she’d shown him for so many years.
Livvy Holland will never again take her position in life for granted. She wears the name with humility and respect. She is Choisie.
Even after taking steps to conceal her identity, Livvy is still very recognizable and popular among her new classmates. She takes advantage of her situation and accepts dates with multiple guys, trying to piece together an image of ‘her type of guy’ that differs from all the good qualities Jon Scott once possessed.
An unexpected letter arrives on Livvy’s 18th birthday, shifting her focus and forcing her to reevaluate all the relationships in her life. She now knows the identity of her biological father, and struggles to make sense of the news alone. Fortunately, she won’t have to.
Just as Livvy’s life begins to normalize, one of her professors provides her with the creative opportunity of a lifetime. Trusting in the bonds she’s made with everyone she loves, she believes she can have everything she wants and makes the decision that allows her to be true to herself.
She was chosen for a reason. Chosen to be a gifted artist that–with a few strokes of a paintbrush–could touch people emotionally; profoundly. Chosen by her parents so they had a place to share their boundless love and devotion. Chosen by her friend so he could return the encouragement, inspiration and affection she’d shown him for so many years.
Livvy Holland will never again take her position in life for granted. She wears the name with humility and respect. She is Choisie.
Excerpt: “Date with Manny”
As
he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant, I fix my hair in the vanity
mirror before getting out. He opens the door again for me, offering me his hand
to help me out of the car.
“So,
do you like my hair like this?”
“It’s
sexy,” he says. “The way it exposes your neck and your shoulders is incredibly
sensual. I didn’t think you should be hiding them last year when I photographed
you. Remember? I moved your sleeve.”
“I
remember,” I tell him with a blush as we go inside. I stand in front of him
just inside the door, waiting for the hostess. I feel his thumb on the hollow
beneath my ear.
“That
part’s begging for attention,” he whispers. The blush from before spreads
across my body in a flash of heat. That
was sexy. I’m grateful when the hostess
shows up and directs us to our table. He holds my hand loosely as we walk
through the restaurant.
“Emmanuel,
what can I get you?” a woman asks. She has high cheekbones and overly-plumped
lips. I assume she’s one of his models.
“Let’s
see... Spanish tapas? I have to go for a margarita, I guess. On the rocks.”
“And
your date?”
I
look at Emmanuel first, unsure if I should order anything. He nods subtly.
“Ummm...” I have no idea what to even ask for. I’m about to order a rum and
Coke, but the waitress speaks up before I can.
“The
red sangria here is wonderful,” she suggests. I shrug my shoulders and tell her
that’s fine.
“What’s
sangria?” I ask when she walks away.
“It’s
red wine with fruit and juice. I bet you’ll love it.”
“If
someone recognizes me, they’ll know I’m not old enough,” I tell him.
“That’s
why we got this table... and why you’re seated with your back to everyone
here.”
“Oh,”
I say shyly. “Thank you.”
“Do
you get that a lot here in Connecticut?”
“Not
really. People don’t make such a fuss here.”
“It
must be weird, living your life.”
“I
wouldn’t know. It’s the only life I’ve ever led.”
“Do
you think you’ll go back to Manhattan after college?”
“Of
course,” I tell him. “I love it there.”
“Even
with no privacy?”
“I
have some privacy,” I explain. “It’s just when I make a scene in
public that photographers start to swarm like blood-thirsty sharks.”
“Do
you do that often?”
“More
often than I’d like to admit. I don’t think I make a scene more than any other
person does.” I hear my phone ringing in my purse, but ignore it. “It’s just
that when I do it, people gravitate toward me instead of turning the other
way.”
“Tell
me the last time you made a scene,” he says laughing. The waitress brings our
drinks, and Emmanuel holds up his hand to stop me from answering. He picks up
both of our drinks, handing me mine, and offers a toast.
“To
a fun night.” His toast is definitely a let down from all other toasts in my
life, but I can’t expect everyone to be as eloquent as my father.
“To
a fun night,” I return, touching my glass to his. We both look over the menu
quickly after taking a drink, picking out a few different dishes to try.
“Okay,
you made a scene...” He urges me to continue.
“You
know,” I say, shaking my head, certain that he’s already familiar with the
story. “After my graduation.”
“No,
I don’t know. What happened?”
“Really?
You haven’t heard this?”
“There’s
a reason why you don’t get bombarded in New Haven, Liv,” he says. “You’re
really not news here.
Yet.”
“You
have family in Manhattan, though, right?”
“Sure,
but you’re not really news with them, either. Yet.”
“Oh.
Well. I’d rather not get into it then.”
“No,
now you have to tell me. I presume this is something I can look up on the
Internet, huh?” He takes his phone out of his pocket and starts to type
something into it.
“Okay,
please don’t, Emmanuel.” I put my hand on his, stopping him.
“Will
you tell me?” My phone rings again.
“Hold
on. Let me see who’s bugging me.” I pull out my phone, stunned to see the name
on the display.
Camille.
She hasn’t spoken to me since the day I graduated. “I have to take this.”
Emmanuel
nods, looking back down at his phone. “Camille?”
“Hey,
Livvy,” she starts hesitantly.
“Can
you hold on a second, Camille?” I don’t wait for her to respond before I cover
up the mic and address my date. “Emmanuel, please don’t look it up. I promise
I’ll tell you in a second.”
Sensing
the urgency in my voice, he agrees and puts his phone away.
“Sorry,
ummm. What’s going on?”
“How
are you?” she asks.
“I’m
good, Camille. How are you?”
“Great,
Livvy. I’m really great.”
“Great.”
“Yeah,”
she says. “Listen, if you’re busy–”
“Yeah,
I’m just out with a friend,” I tell her.
“Well,
I’d love to catch up, but I have a reason for this call, and I hope you don’t
mind.”
“Sure,
go ahead.”
“I’m
failing chemistry,” she says. “I need a tutor.”
“Oh,
well... you know I went to Yale, and not Columbia, right? I don’t think I’d
have the time during the week, and my weekends are pretty up in the air.”
“No,
of course, I know you chose Yale. I wasn’t suggesting that you be my tutor. I
remember you had one last year that helped get you the best grade in your
class... I wanted to see if Jon would be available to work with me some
afternoons. Do you think he could? I’d pay him.”
“I,
um...” I can’t believe she thinks we’re still on good terms. “I’m not sure if
he has time.”
“But
could you ask him?” Could I ask him? He didn’t even want to talk to me the last time I saw
him. And he hasn’t answered any calls from me or returned a single voicemail
since, well... since the last time I made a scene in public.
“Sure,”
I tell her, regretting my answer as soon as it comes out. I should tell her no.
I should change my response, but I don’t. To have a legitimate reason to call
Jon is too tempting for me. I wonder if I’d be brave enough to give him a piece
of my mind. I wonder if he’d just hang up on me. I’ll have to find out now. “It
may be a few days before I get back to you.”
“That’s
fine,” she says. “I’d call him myself, but I deleted his number. Honestly, I
deleted yours, too. I had to call your dad’s office to get it.”
“I
understand, Camille. I’m really sorry. I’d love to have a chance to explain.”
“We
can talk when you get back to me.”
“Sounds
good. I’ll call you soon.”
“Thanks,
Liv.”
“You’re
welcome, Camille. Thanks for calling me.” I hang up and stare at the phone. What in the world will I say to Jon? In a daze, I look across the table to see Emmanuel staring
at me. “Huh?” I ask, assuming he’d said something to me.
“You
were going to tell me about the last time you made a scene.”
“Funny
thing about that,” I tell him. “The last time I made a scene, I kissed a friend
of mine, and lost my best friend in the process. That was her on the phone. I
haven’t talked to her since then.”
“That’s
weird.”
“Yeah,”
I say, finally deciding to put my phone away.
“So
you had a boyfriend when you visited. What happened to him?”
I’m
sure my regret shows in my expression. “I kissed a friend, and lost my
boyfriend in the process, too.”
“You
cheated...” He raises his eyebrows and purses his lips, as if this intrigues
him. “Livvy Holland, I didn’t think you were the type.”
©2014 Lori
L. Otto
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Author Bio
After graduating from the University of Texas at
Arlington in 1997 with a Bachelor’s Degree in Communications, Lori Otto worked
in the billboard industry for ten years. Frustrated with trying to communicate
entire messages in “seven seconds or less,” she decided to leave outdoor
advertising and return to her love of creative writing.
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