Lori Loughlin Reunites with Daughter Olivia Jade: A Dramatization

The following is purely speculative for the purposes of our general entertainment and my possible employment to write the inevitable HBO/Hulu/Netflix/Ryan Murphy limited series...



EXT. THE MOSSIMO ESTATE - DAY

A black SUV makes its way through a throng of news vans and a mob of reporters. Cameras flash. A proverbial media circus. The SUV pulls up to the gate as it slowly opens.


EXT. THE MOSSIMO COURTYARD - CONTINUOUS

The SUV makes its way up the driveway and stops. A shaken LORI steps out of the car. She's clearly had a rough night and glances up at the house, preparing herself for what's to come. Her assistant, RILEY, 27, an overly groomed twunk running on three Venti lattes, is right there with her. 

He attempts to guide her to the door, but she waves him away.


INT. THE MOSSIMO ESTATE - FOYER

Lori and Riley enter the quiet house, the outside chaos suddenly muted. No one is there to greet them.

RILEY

She should be upstairs in her room.

LORI

And Isabella?

Riley solemnly shakes his head.

Lori looks up at the top of the grand staircase. Afraid to take that first step. After a beat, she kicks off her Tory Burch flats.

INT. OLIVIA'S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER

OLIVIA is curled up in the corner of her Bali Wood Canopy King Bed. In one corner of her room: piles of boxes of Olivia Jade x Sephora Bronze & Illuminate palettes. Her pale face is aglow from her phone as she listlessly scrolls through.

Lori stands in the doorway and then makes her way to the foot of the bed. Her daughter doesn't give any indication that she hears her mother approach. 

LORI

Liv, baby...

Olivia doesn't move from her position.

LORI

I don't know where to begin.

More silence. Lori is near tears.

LORI

Can we please talk?

Nothing. She makes another attempt.

LORI

Looks like you had a nice time on Rick's 

yacht. I'm sorry it had to be cut short.

OLIVIA 

(glued to her phone)

Did they put you in a cell?

LORI

What?

OLIVIA

Did they put you in a prison cell for the
night? Did you have to sleep on a cot?

LORI

What? No, honey. They had me in this room--

OLIVIA

They should've put you in a cell. They 

    should've made you practice. Rotting away. 

 Considering that's what you'll be doing 
in Hell someday.

LORI

Honey, please. I know you must be hurting...

Olivia turns to face her mother. The rage begins.

OLIVIA

Hurting? Try humiliated. Try totally shunned

by all my friends. Try devastated because all

my sponsors just dropped me. Like that! Gone.

This is officially the worst spring break EVER!

I hate you! How could you do this to me? My

life is beyond over! How can I ever go back to

school? How could I ever make another video? I

have two-fucking-million subscribers who rely

on my beauty and lifestyle tips! Do you know
what they've been saying about me on YouTube? 

LORI

Honey, why don't you put the phone down--

Suddenly, Olivia throws the phone across the room. It hits one of her makeup palette boxes, and like dominoes, it hits another box; several tumble to the floor.

OLIVIA

Do you know how much I was making each 
month?

LORI

Olivia, baby--

OLIVIA

DO YOU?! I was making more than you'd

ever make in one episode of that flaming

piece of shit you call a Hallmark show.

And ironically? I was making enough to pay

for a semester at the school you and Dad

paid some old dude to get me into.

LORI

It's so much more complicated than that. 

OLIVIA

I can't stand to look at you.

Lori wipes away her tears. Regains her composure. There's a shift in her tone.

LORI

You have no idea how much we invested in 

you and your sister.

OLIVIA

Half a million apparently.

LORI

What did you think those fake crew photos

were for? You knew what we were doing.

OLIVIA

Is this where you tell me I'm an ungrateful

little brat? That I should be thankful

for everything you and Dad have given me?

Lori doesn't recognize the young woman in front of her. She's at a loss for words.

OLIVIA

Face it, Mom. You're fucked. What are you

gonna do now that everyone knows America's 

Favorite Aunt is a conniving felon?

LORI

I'm so sorry, Olivia. Please. Tell me...

Just tell me, what can I do?

OLIVIA

(daggers in her eyes)

You can get the hell out of my room.

And with that, Lori backs away. She nods, the tears coming back. She closes the door behind her.

@TheFirstEcho