Author's Note

I haven't put any of my writing up here in a while. Life has kept me busy though I'm still working on a bunch of different ideas. Every single comment given regarding The Latest Attraction amazes me, especially since I know I'm not the best updater. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and to all who have just taken the time to read some of my work. For right now, that is the tentative end of that story though I am working on a few ideas regarding a sequel or at least an epilogue or another story incorporating those characters. This story, Two Very Special Girls, is unrelated to my other works. It's in the very beginning stages and to be honest, I'm not sure if I'm going to continue with it. Here are the first three chapters that I have written. Good and bad, please let me know what you think. If you are interested in reading more of this, please review. Thanks for taking the time to read this.

Chapter One

I stared out the window of my New York City apartment, placing the silver telephone receiver gently on its hook. I sat down on the soft fabric of my all white bed, clutching its metal frame. Instead of reeling from my father's news, all I could think of was how clean and pristine my apartment was. And this is when it all began. With that telephone call.

Before that phone call, my life was going on a pretty steady track. I was Nicolette Wolfe, daughter of David and Maria. My father was the lawyer to the stars. He had enough money to have me able to live in the lap of luxury for the rest of my life. His partner in the firm, Samuel Burrows lived next door to us for the majority of my life. I became best friends with his daughter Helene the moment they moved in when we were six years old. Since both our fathers worked themselves to death, Helene was at our house more than she was at her own growing up. Her mother's death when she was a baby meant that she had the same role model for a female figure as me: my mother.

Maria Wolfe was always anything but ordinary. To this day, I'm in awe of her. She has maintained an old-fashioned movie star quality, though she has never been on screen. I received my good looks from her. The qualities she exclaimed would be my fortune, my tall lean frame and long legs, were qualities she also had. Though I had declined modeling years ago, even now she brings the subject up, knowing full well I had missed my chance at that career. Her one disappointment was that I hadn't inherited her legendary year round tan. I was very fair, too fair in her opinion. Maria Wolfe was queen in the knowledge of the perfect hair, the perfect shoes, the perfect clothes and the perfect men.

Growing up, my mother focused on Helene and I, ignoring the problems in her marriage. We were her two very special girls. With matching corkscrew curls, Helene and I could have been sisters. Though we do share the same 5'8 frame, the long legs, the high cheekbones, Helene was skinnier than I, with light blonde hair, blue eyes and a natural tan while I had green eyes and strawberry blond curls, tinted with blond highlights. We were more different than even I knew, a fact I would soon discover.

It was because of my mother's attitudes in life the two of us turned out the way we did. We wanted the best in life regarding everything. Living in Luciette, it was hard to stand out in the rich circles, but we did. We had the right clothes, the right attitude, the right grades, even the right guys. Of course, we broke a lot of hearts. We were two of a kind. The rich boys were easy to manipulate. The best part of any relationship, we established early on, was the chase. Whether it was a man doing the chasing or one of us, after the initial stages of relationship, it all got very stale. So we lived in the fast lane in the rich society. If you went to our high school, you knew who the two of us were. If you weren't careful, your boyfriend could be our latest boy toy. And if you were looking to fit in, we were the ones to call.

Helene was always nicer than I was in that aspect. I felt sorry for women who weren't as capable as the two of us, but if I wanted something, I went for it. She had a soft spot for charity cases, as I liked to call them. At her urging, we'd take some rich brat who didn't wear the same clothes the rest and make her into another staple, another in the same mold as everyone else.

I shouldn't complain. At the time, it seemed like the best thing for everyone involved. We felt good about ourselves. It made all the broken hearts we'd stepped on seem unimportant. But now, as I looked around my white apartment, I wondered if the mistakes those women had weren't mistakes after all, but individuality.

I wrinkled my nose, tossing my long curls. "You're losing it, Nic," I said to myself. Without another thought to the phone call, I changed into a white Prada tennis dress. I pulled on matching white Prada heels and a white cardigan before leaving the sanctuary of my room. The rest of the apartment, which was also mostly done in white walls and cherry wood, was empty. My other two roommates were nowhere to be found thankfully. The thought that they might already know the news struck me for the first time. Luciette was a small, rich neighborhood where the main hobby of choice was gossip.

I went to the hall mirror, pulling my wild curls into a loose, sophisticated ponytail. I checked my pink lipstick before I was ready for the world; the world being my senior theater class at Luciette University. I went to a small, private and expensive college, majoring in English. I wanted to go to New York University. With my grades, I would have gotten in but my father felt this would be easier for me to remain close to my then boyfriend Parker Grace.

I clenched my jaw, grabbing my black Audrey Hepburn sunglasses and hurrying out of the building. I climbed into my silver Porsche convertible, driving to campus. Once parked, I walked with my head held high to my class, barely looking at the people around me though I knew many were staring at me as I passed.

"Nicolette," a breathy voice called to me. I paused, turning elegantly on my heel to face the mysterious stranger. My face immediately softened at the awkward sophomore hurrying to me, waving enthusiastically as he shuffled his way towards me with his arms full of books. "Hi," he said, blushing profusely. He stared at his Canvas sneakers, his blond hair falling into his eyes.

"Hello Edward," I said sweetly. Though I may be a man-eater, I wasn't cruel. The men I struck always deserved it in my opinion. Maybe it was because the man I adored was shy, nervous and awkward at eighteen. My cousin Greg was the most important man in my life. I was constantly trying to help him with his love life, but I never succeeded. It was probably because I found him so endearing and refreshing from the people I knew. I was afraid to change him too much. Edward Brandon was friends with my cousin and was also my lab partner in Chemistry. Parker hadn't understood why I would choose to be partners with him. He thought it was because of his intelligence, which was far from the truth. I was smarter than Edward in that class.

"I wanted to thank you again for all your help in c-c-class," he said, still looking down at the ground. "I know you probably would have preferred to be teamed up with someone else."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't start that again, Edward. It's too boring. Any friend of Greg's is a friend of mine."

Edward looked up, smiling widely at me. "You're a lot nicer than people around here say." His eyes widened and he hastily looked back down at the ground.

"I know what the people say about Helene and I," I replied nonchalantly. "Most of it's true." I looked down at my manicured hand. "Be glad this semester is almost done with. You might have become my latest victim," I said, flirting with the innocent young man.

I took his arm, leading him towards my class. He chuckled nervously, fidgeting at my side as he struggled to hold all of his books in the crook of his one arm. "Oh."

I smiled my perfected grin. "We'll find the right woman for you yet, Edward. You must let me set you up with one of my lovely friends. Well, one of my nicer lovelier friends."

He frowned. "I don't know, Nicolette."

"Oh Edward, I do realize nice and my friends don't really go together, but I promise you, I'll manage." I stopped, arriving at the old playhouse my class was held in. "Promise to think about it." I winked at him, turning on my heel and leaving him to stare after me. I arrived at the front doors, ignoring the man standing next to it with a cigarette in his lips. I swiftly entered and made my way to the main area of the playhouse. The man followed close behind me, but I continued ignoring him. Lucas Aurelius was a waste of breath. I walked down the center aisle of the auditorium, sashaying as I joined two of my good friends. Lucas pushed by me while I greeted Jessica London and Diana Chase.

"Really!" Diana exclaimed, tossing her feathered auburn hair indignantly. "What is his problem?"

Jessica snickered. "Oh you know Luke. He hasn't changed since high school. He still likes to pretend his father isn't the richest man in town."

I lifted my nose in the air. "It's the only reason he can afford all that black clothes he wears."

Diana and Jessica laughed loudly, though Lucas didn't notice. I started to smile, but it never appeared for a thought had struck me. Growing up, Lucas always had been difficult. He never seemed to have any friends, not even the offbeat ones our school produced. With dark blue eyes constantly hidden by dark sunglasses, spiky jet-black hair and a motorcycle, he was the rebel of our little town. Helene had thought him attractive once, but he had merely blown her off. As for me, he was less my type than awkward Edward. My kind of rebel was a man who wore brown socks with black pants, though I would make any man who risked that change before we went out.

Lucas wasn't the one who suddenly got my attention, but the thought of his best friend, his only friend that I knew of. Anastasia Smith. I always thought they would get married. They were perfectly suited for one another. She had her own wild streak. She was an artist, my father had said. God, Lucas probably already knew.

A small, petite woman stood on stage. She clapped her hands, smiling merrily. "Hello class," she said in a booming voice too big for her body. "Today we'll be pairing up in fours and working on improvisations. One pair will give the others a situation and mannerisms to act out." She gestured to the wide stage and the empty auditorium. "The world is a stage, as Shakespeare once said. So feel free to claim your space anywhere you wish."

I arched an eyebrow. "Who should our fourth be?" I asked my two friends.

Jessica smiled, her finger to her deep red lips as she surveyed the men in the class. "Well, there is Nate. He's delicious with all those muscles."

I yawned. "You know I don't like muscles. It makes the boy so awkward. They get in the way."

"We're only acting," Diana said with a musical laugh.

Jessica smirked. "Parker?"

Diana looked at her in shock. "After he broke Nic's heart? We can't work with him."

"And here I thought you didn't have a heart," drawled a low and very dangerous voice behind me.

I twirled around, startled to see Lucas standing in front of me. "Funny," I commented, hoping my surprise wasn't etched upon my face. "What do you want?"

"I need a group."

Jessica leaned closer to him. Obviously dangerous men appealed to her despite her boyfriend of two years. "Really? I say, it is a good idea. Do you have muscles?" she asked casually, causing Diana to laugh nervously and I to smirk at Lucas. My attempt to make him feel inadequate was failing miserably though. He didn't even seem to notice me.

He stared at Jessica, the corners of his mouth turning upward slightly. "Not nearly as delicious as Nate's," he said dryly.

She flushed, backing up. "Really, Lucas," I said, knowing he hated his full name. Sure enough, his humor faded and his jaw tightened. "I don't know if we'd be the right pair for you."

"You should be careful near Nicolette, Lucas. She's not someone to be toyed with."

My annoyance immediately turned from Lucas to my long time love, Parker Grace. He was a beautiful man, something no man should be allowed to be. His light brown hair and endearing dimples, his full lips and perfectly structured look appealed to all my senses. In our junior year of high school, he came to our school. Ever since, we were constantly dating off and on. A year ago, he finally was able to convince me to be serious. Helene was furious. I think she wanted me all to herself and to remain as carefree as herself. In the end, Parker gave me a taste of my own medicine. He seemed to rejoice in it. I took pleasure in knowing that at least his secure position in my father's firm was officially displaced. The love was still there, but I would never let him see that. I was made of stone. You had to be. If anyone sensed weakness, the vultures would begin to circle.

"You would know," I said off-handedly, giving Parker my 100-watt smile.

Parker smiled back, taking in my appearance appreciatively. "Besides, you're wasting your time. Nicolette has always been my partner."

I bit my lip, staring at him with a look of regret. "Oh Parker darling, I'm so sorry. But this time you'll have to sit this one out. It's time for something new." I smiled suggestively, winking at Parker. "And I don't mean just in acting." I turned on my heel, taking Lucas' arm and escorting him to a spot near the front of the stage. He quickly pulled himself free from my grasp but I was too happy with how the run-in had gone. It had been a month since we last talked and this conversation couldn't have gone better. Sure, he could guess I wouldn't ever be interested in someone like Lucas, but that's what made it so much better. My choosing someone like Lucas over him would confuse him and turn his world upside down as he had mine.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" hissed Jessica as Lucas took a seat in the first row, looking bored.

I laughed. "It's just a class."

"I meant with Parker. He's the best catch here."

"I can do better," I maintained.

Diana nodded. "You can. You don't need someone like him to make you feel unworthy."

"Thanks Diana," I replied. "I see the therapy is doing wonders for your outlook on life."

She nodded, her tan glowing under the stage lights. "I'm trying at least."

I took a seat next to Lucas, letting Diana and Jessica begin the improvisation first. "Pretend to be somewhere they don't have cell phones," Lucas said.

I rolled my eyes. "Very original. How about you two are at a fashion show."

"I like that!" Jessica exclaimed, clapping her hands.

"You're both models," I continued.

"And one of you has toilet paper on your shoe. The other has to get it off without telling her," Lucas quipped.

"I like it," Diana said, ever easy-going.

Jessica stared at me, sighing pointedly. "Whatever."

The two began their skit, but I didn't have the opportunity to watch them long. With their attention diverted, Lucas quickly got to the reason he wanted to be in our group. "I need to talk to you."

I stared straight ahead. "Well, this is a first. Lucas, you're really not my type, darling."

I could hear the hostility in his voice. "It's not about that. I think you know who it's about."

I didn't break from my perfect image, even at the mention of her. "Yes, I do. Now isn't the time."

"He has to be bribing her," he continued, oblivious to my reply. "You have to stop him."

"Not now," I said, my head pounding. No wonder my mother started taking all of those pills. People could- I brought my hand to my mouth as it dropped open in horror. My mother. I hadn't even thought about how she must be taking the news. There was so much I didn't really understand. Lucas was angrily talking to me about something, but I was too engrossed in my own thoughts to be bothered. I needed to talk to Helene. She would be the one person to understand what I was going through. She always understood.

As if sensing my need to talk, my phone rang. It was her, of course. "I'm at the old playhouse. See you in ten."

I hung up the phone, sensing Lucas' disbelief. "Weren't you listening to me?"

"I have much bigger issues than you at the moment," I snapped. I took a deep breath, my poised nature returning to me. "I'm sorry, darling. It's just hectic all the time with me. What were you saying?"

He stared at me for a moment, almost as if he could see through my fa├žade, or at least the cracks. He shook his head. "Tell your father to buy himself some other bride. I won't let him take advantage of a poor innocent woman."

"What are you going to do then? Marry the poor child yourself?" I asked, feigning boredom though I was very intrigued, but I was keenly aware of Jessica's avid interest in the conversation. Diana's and her improv had been forgotten.

"If I have to," he said, without any emotion.

I stood. "The female world's loss," I commented sarcastically. Jessica snickered before me as Diana winced. I swiftly exited the building without giving him a chance to reply.

Helene was waiting for me, wearing my low-cut pink blouse with her own matching pink mini-skirt. "Nic," she said, hugging me as soon as I was close to her. "I'm so sorry."

I pulled away, wanting to express all my concerns to her but knowing this wasn't the place. "I know. Let's talk about it back at our apartment."