The scene unfolds within the luxurious confines of a private jet, where Tristian reclines comfortably in an immaculate white Dior two-piece ensemble, paired with exquisite male sandals that speak to his wealth and taste. As he flips through the glossy pages of a magazine, the aircraft's two female hostesses glide past him. The first offers a glass of rich red wine, but he declines with a polite nod, his focus unbroken. The second hostess approaches, balancing a tray adorned with an array of delectable seafood, but he turns it down as well, his attention still absorbed in the printed words before him.
Two hours later, the plane lands, and Tristian emerges, stepping down the aircraft's staircase with an air of confidence. He strides directly to a sleek, jet-black Mercedes that awaits him, a man in a tailored suit ushering him inside. Two additional vehicles follow closely behind as they pull away from the tarmac, the luxury of the moment echoing the power he commands.
Meanwhile, Inside the expansive and elegantly decorated Stones mansion, Carly and Jensen are nestled in Olivia's lavish bedroom, the atmosphere filled with laughter and chatter. Olivia and Jensen lie comfortably on her bed, their head propped on her hand, while Carly occupies a plush white fur chair, a book resting in her lap. The sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on their animated faces.
Olivia, with a teasing glimmer in her eyes, addresses Carly. "So, something tells me that you're hiding something."
Carly's cheeks flush a delicate shade of pink as she feigns innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about, ma'am." But Jensen's curious gaze encourages Carly to spill her secret. The tension in the air is palpable as Carly looks from Olivia to Jensen, torn between her shyness and the urge to come clean.
"What?" she finally asks, her voice barely a whisper.
The trio falls into a brief silence, Carly pretending to read while the weight of their stares compels her to speak. Finally, Olivia breaks the stillness, her tone firm. "You better start talking."
With a resigned sigh, Carly closes her book and meets their expectant gazes. "Oh, you girls are going to kill me," she whispered, her voice laced with apprehension. "Don't freak out, okay?"
"Just spit it out already!" Olivia insists, her excitement perceptible.
Carly takes a deep breath. "I had sex with Christian four days ago!"
Jensen's eyes widen in shock, and she sits bolt upright. "You what?!"
"It was a mistake!" Carly rushes to explain. "We were just talking, and suddenly our faces were... in each other's mouths."
Jensen scrunches her face in disgust. "Gross!"
Olivia, momentarily stunned, processes the revelation, while Jensen presses on. "You were supposed to stay away from Richard and his friend! I can't believe you'd do that knowing fully well that his best friend broke Liv's heart!"
Carly's expression shifts to one of remorse as she meets Olivia's gaze. "Liv, I promise you, I didn't mean for it to happen. I am truly sorry."
Olivia's expression softens. "What are you sorry for? You don't have to walk on eggshells around me, and you definitely don't have to deny yourself an orgasm because I got heartbroken."
Carly's surprise is evident. "Seriously! You're not mad at me?"
"Why should I be?" Olivia replies, a sheepish smile breaking through. "The most important thing right now is... how was it?" She giggled and squeaked in excitement.
Laughter erupts among the three of them, filling the room with warmth and camaraderie. After a moment of shared joy, they glance at each other, and bursted into another round laughter.
Carly beams, "Liv, you are truly an amazing friend."
Jensen interjects, her tone teasing but pointed. "For what exactly? That she didn't get mad at you for sleeping with her ex's best friend?"
Carly's brow furrows, her annoyance flaring. "What's your deal?"
"My deal?" "Are you serious?"Jensen retorts incredulously.
Carly looks at Jensen incredulously, her frustration boiling over. "You think I'm happy about it? Do you know how scared I was?"
"Scared? Why?" Olivia questions, genuinely puzzled.
"I thought you'd hate me for hurting you," Carly admits, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"Scared? You didn't hurt me, Carl. I promise you," Olivia reassures her, a smile gracing her lips.
The room falls into a contemplative silence, the weight of their friendship hanging in the air as Olivia and Carly smiled at each other.
Jensen, sensing the tension, decides to break the quiet.
"Can I ask you something, Liv?" she says, her voice steady but curious.
"Shoot," Olivia replies, leaning forward, her interest piqued.
"How would you feel knowing that Richard has a new girlfriend now?" Jensen asks, her tone challenging yet probing.
Olivia raises an eyebrow, visibly surprised by the question. "Wow," she pauses, searching for the right words. "Uhmmm, I mean, I would be hurt for sure. But it's his life. And whoever she is, I'm sure she isn't up to my standard and will never be able to offer him what I used to."
Jensen's agitation flares slightly. "Wow, so you think everyone's beneath you? Why? Because you're such a princess?"
Carly, caught between the two, interjects, "What's your deal?"
"Why do you always take her side? Because she's rich? Aren't you tired of licking her behind?" Jensen retorts, her voice rising.
"Guys, please come on! Don't fight," Olivia pleads, her brow furrowing in concern.
"We aren't fighting. I'm just telling her the truth," Jensen insists, her eyes narrowing.
Carly turns to Jensen, her expression pleading. "You think I want to be in this position? Do you know how much I value both of you?"
Jensen's voice is tinged with sarcasm as she scoffs, "Well, it seems like you're more concerned about not ruining your friendship with Liv than about what's right."
"Seriously?" Carly shoots back, frustration bubbling. "You think I'm happy about what happened? Do you even hear yourself?"
Olivia, sensing the rising tension, tries to diffuse the situation. "Can we all just take a breath? This conversation was supposed to lighten the mood, not to start a war."
Olivia looks directly at Jensen, unyielding. "What the hell is wrong with you, Jen? I'm trying to be understanding here."
"I don't know," Jensen snaps back, her frustration spilling over. "Maybe you should ask yourself that. I asked a simple question, and you already think low of her. If you were so good, why did he dump your sorry ass?"
Olivia's eyes widen in shock, the sting of Jensen's words hitting hard. "Wow. You must have a lot of things buried in your stomach. I'm all ears," she says, folding her arms and leaning back, a challenge in her posture.
Jensen's expression shifts to one of intimidation. "All I'm saying is, you shouldn't speak low of someone you haven't even met. It makes you sound like a—"
"A what? A what?" Olivia's voice is sharp, cutting through Jensen's argument. "Because I don't even get why you're so upset."
Jensen's frustration mounts as she retorts, "I'm not upset! I just think it's ridiculous that you think you're better than everyone else."
Olivia rolls her eyes, exasperated. "You sound like you have a thing against me or for my ex."
"Ewwwww. Why would I want to pick after your trash?" Jensen snaps back, her voice rising.
"I wonder why! Because I don't even get why you got all so defensive," Olivia counters, her tone unwavering.
"Enough!" Carly interjects, her voice firm. "Can we please stop this? I brought my friendship into question, and now we're fighting over nothing!"
Jensen and Olivia fall silent, the tension still thick in the air. It feels like a standoff, both refusing to back down. But Carly's presence, steady and sincere, pulls them back to the moment.
"I didn't mean for any of this to happen," Carly continues, her voice softer now. "I want us to be okay. I value both of you so much."
Before anyone can respond, the door swings open, and Mrs. Stone walks in, her presence a welcome interruption. "Anyone hungry?" she asks, her voice light and cheerful.
"Yes, I am starved," Carly replies, relief flooding her tone. She stands up and heads toward the door, eager to escape the tension.
"Olivia, are you coming?" Mrs. Stone asks, glancing back at her daughter.
Olivia, still processing the earlier conversation, nods in agreement. She rises from the bed, casting a glance at Jensen, who remains seated, her expression a mixture of frustration and thoughtfulness.
"Jensen?" Olivia prompts, unsure if she should leave her friend behind.
Jensen hesitates, her arms still crossed, but the warmth of Mrs. Stone's presence begins to thaw her frustration. "Yeah, I'll be there in a second," she replies, her voice softer now but still tinged with residual annoyance.
As Carly and Olivia step out of the room, Jensen swallows hard, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within her. She watches her friends leave, the weight of the earlier argument still heavy on her mind.
In the spacious kitchen, Mrs. Stone has already begun preparing a spread of snacks. Carly and Olivia help her, their laughter slowly returning as they fill bowls with chips and dip, fruits, and an assortment of sandwiches.
"Do you think Jensen is okay?" Carly asks, concern knitting her brow. "I don't want her to feel alienated."
Olivia shrugs, her expression thoughtful. "She just gets protective sometimes. I know she cares about me, but it can come off the wrong way."
"Yeah, but she didn't have to say those things," Carly replies, her discomfort evident. "I mean, I get it's your ex, but I didn't mean to hurt you."
Olivia places a comforting hand on Carly's shoulder. "You didn't hurt me, Carl. It's complicated, and I'm still processing everything. But you're my friend, and I'm happy for you. Just... take it slow with Christian. We don't want to repeat any mistakes."
Carly nods, grateful for Olivia's understanding. "I promise. I just got caught up in the moment. It felt so... right."
They share a knowing smile, the bond of their friendship reaffirmed.
Meanwhile, Jensen stands in the doorway of the kitchen, watching the two girls as they joke and prepare the food. She feels a pang of guilt for letting her emotions get the best of her. As much as she was frustrated, she knows that Carly is a good friend to Olivia and deserves a chance at happiness too.
"Hey," Jensen says, stepping into the kitchen. The girls turn to her, their expressions shifting to one of surprise. "I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. I just... I care about you, Liv, and I don't want to see you hurt again."
Olivia smiles softly, her heart warming at Jensen's words. "I appreciate that, Jen. And I care about you too. I just want us all to be okay."
Carly ventures, "Our friendship means everything to me."
Jensen steps closer, her expression sincere. "It's okay, Carly. We'll figure it out. Friends don't just walk away from each other over a stupid fight."
"Agreed," Olivia adds, wrapping her arms around both girls in a group hug, a gesture that reaffirms their bond.
They pull away, and the tension that had once filled the room dissipates, replaced by a renewed sense of unity.
"Now, who's ready to eat?" Mrs. Stone calls from the counter, waving a platter of sandwiches in the air.
"Me!" they all shout in unison, laughter bubbling up as they gather around to dig in.