FantasyIsland

Olivia is pretty much like any other random teenaged girl, except that she lives just off the west wing in the staff quarters of the White House with her mother. Olivia and her mother have a deadly secret they have to keep at all costs. A secret, that if they want to stay alive, can never be revealed. President Oliver Harrison is her father.

The President's Hidden Daughter

Olivia wasn't listening to the music, she couldn't see the twinkling lights and was totally oblivious to the A-List attendees at the White House State Dinner and Dance. Instead, her mind was on Justin, the RANDOM STRANGER she stayed up with most of last night.


Boryslav, her dance 'date,' stood nervously beside her, trying to look chill, but failing miserably.


"You like I regret your fill of punch?"


Olivia looked at the ceiling and then back down at her half-full glass of punch. Boring Boryslav is the son of the Ukrainian ambassador and was asked to accompany Olivia for the evening. English is very far from his first language.


"Good. You are good. Okay thanks. Good," replied the nervous escort.


"How are you two doing?" Trevor's voice rose above the music from behind Olivia and Boryslav.


"Oh, hey!" Olivia spun around to see Chip with a lovely young woman wearing short, sleek black hair and sporting an equally sleek, black dress.


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