"Something worth dying for."

Olivia drank the last bits of the red liquid that was in the champagne flute in her hand before handing it to her driver.

The young driver's face flushed red as she brought her hand to his shoulder and slightly leaned against him, "Tell Michael to make sure Jackson is erased from my house and my life by the end of the week."

The nervous man nodded before retrieving her luggage with the help of a bellboy. Olivia strode confidently towards the hotel lobby in her drunken state, ignoring the stares she was getting.

Olivia walked up to the receptionist's desk, "Hi, I've booked the Honeymoon Suite?"

The receptionist looked up at her, "Oh, you must be Mrs. Davis, we weren't expecting you until tomorrow."

Olivia's voice slurred, "It's Miss Marcello and I'd like you to move that reservation to right now."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Dav- I mean Miss Marcello, we're fully booked for today." The receptionist smiled, "But your suite will be available tomorrow."