The Art of Secret Love

Carter Knowles and her older sister Olivia are the best stylists around. They've dressed everyone from Steven Tyler to Katy Perry. They get called in last minute to help with a One Direction show in their home city of Boston. 1D's opening act, 5 Seconds of Summer, is so impressed with their taste that they hire the girls as their full-time stylists for a six month tour back in Australia.
Before long, Carter finds herself falling for Luke and sometimes she even thinks he might like her too. But she has to stay professional. What would an up-and-coming star like him want with a stylist? It takes everything Carter has not to go for the exciting, nice, cute Australian boy who seems to have everything she could ever want in a guy.


2. Olivia Knowles' Story

Olivia's P.O.V.

My name is Olivia Knowles and I am Carter Knowles' eighteen year old sister. Though my little sister and I are much closer than most teenage girls, our personalities could not be any different. I spend my free time obsessing over boy bands and scrolling through twitter and instagram, whereas Carter either looks for more work, studies, or reads. I don't mean to make her sound boring or like she's a geek. Carter just likes how her own world is. She doesn't need to have interaction with other people. It doesn't help any that Carter has always been very shy. It takes a long time for her to open up to people and by then, most people give up.

The only time Carter does socialize with no problem is when we are working. She's very professional and takes our job more seriously than a lot of other Stylists to the Stars that we know. Carter is also very good at reading peoples personalities. She can create an outfit that would perfectly suite someone just by listening to them talk about themselves for ten minutes.

Her ability to read personalities is one of the reasons why boys get so confused when she never picks up on signals. Carter is constantly getting hit on by boys everywhere we go and occasionally one of the stars that we style. Even Keaton Stromberg from Emblem3 asked her out for lunch after his interview (which is why we were styling him) but she simply stated that she had brought lunch with her, so there was no reason to go our for it. It wasn't until after they left that I finally was able to get ahold of Carter to explain to her that he had been asking her out on a date. But even as I explained it, I could tell she still didn't understand why. The thing is, with Carter, she can understand personalities like it's a language and she is fluent; yet, when it comes to feelings, Carter is completely lost.

I think that Carter knows that she is not exactly an ugly duckling. But what she will never understand is that she is stunning. Carter doesn't see her amazing facial structures, how gorgeous her blue gray eyes are, and her beautiful wavy, brown hair. Don't even get me started on the fact that Carter never works out or watches what she eats. She'll have a hamburger and two hot dogs in one sitting and still want dessert afterwords but she'll never gain a pound. This is contrary to me who has to work out all the time and only eat salad or else I'll blow up like a balloon.


Only my parents and Carter know, but the summer before I went into ninth grade at the local high school, I had to go to fat camp. My parents didn't make me or anything because that couldn't have an overweight daughter. The camp was my idea and I stand by it. That summer, I was able to get my stuff straight and I am really glad that I did. Ever since then, I have been able to maintain my weight at a healthy level and be okay with myself. If you don't count a minor bump my sophomore year of high school when I developed an eating disorder and decided to dye my hair brown. That's all behind me now though and I couldn't be happier with myself. I've learned to appreciate my curves, my green eyes and my vibrant red hair.

The past couple years have made it a little harder to keep up with myself though. Ever since mom died and we started getting so busy it has become more tempting to just pop some pre-made dinners into the microwave and eat those or pick up McDonalds on the way home from a tiring day of work. My dad became a bit of an empty shell when my mom passed, leaving me to take care of Carter almost by myself. I was so grateful when our mom's ex-co-worker and best friend started stopping by more and more. She was able to help Carter with her schoolwork (especially math and science, where she struggled) most nights so that I could go to the gym. By the time I got back, Carter was usually done with her work and off reading somewhere or something. That's when Crystal would sit me down and we would talk about how things were going with my friends and she would give me guy advice.

Around the time my mom died, I had started dating more seriously and two months before Carter's fifteenth birthday, I had my first real, serious relationship. His name was Jace and he was the sweetest guy I had ever met. Jace was tall and very attractive with piercing grey eyes. I thought I was the luckiest girl alive. He even came over for Christmas Eve with the family. My dad had liked him plenty and he didn't totally unnerve Carter like most guys did but my mom wasn't as welcoming to him as I had hoped. When I asked her about it later, she simply said that it was nothing. Jace helped to console me after my mom died and when I became more distant, he gave me space, telling me that he understood. Once I was feeling better and more willing to be social, I thought Jace was so amazing for sticking with me through it all. Especially when I had practically ignored him.

I decided that Jace deserved a reward so I got his favorite movies and snacks and headed over to his house so we could go back to how it had been before and just keep moving forward. But once I got there, letting myself in like I did hundreds of times, I found Jace in bed with one of my best friends. Horrified, I fled his house and ran back home. The next week, I called Crystal to tell her that I was ready to fulfill my mom's wishes of Carter and I being stylists and I threw myself into work. I was glad that it seemed to be working for Carter as well. She seemed less gloomy and more happy with what she was doing. Even though it was hard for Carter to connect with people, she sure could do it through clothes.


For the first time in a while, Carter and I were truly happy, doing what we love.

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