Hearts Under the Olive Tree

Chapter one.

All right.

OK, chapter two.

And got it.

Chapter three.

Chapter four. Compare, contrast.

And...

Done.

Feels like enough work for today.

The unexpected success of the book series

has captivated millions worldwide.

But as fans eagerly await

the final installment

of the "Moonlight Magic" trilogy,

the question still remains:

Just who is Georgina Cartwell?

Who, indeed?

While the YA fantasy author

has won numerous awards

for her first two novels,

she has never made a public appearance,

prompting speculation that Georgina Cartwell

may in fact be a pen name.

Hold on.

This just in.

Breaking news, Georgina Cartwell

has announced on social media that she is two weeks

away from completing her third novel.

No.

Mm-mm, mm-mm, no! No, no, mm-mm.

That's right, the third and final book

of the "Moonlight Magic" trilogy will be delivered

to its publisher in two weeks.

You heard it here first, folks.

In other entertainment news, Hollywood...

Susana!

OK, OK, OK, OK, mm, all right.

First of all, it's my social media account.

And who said anything about two weeks?

No, I didn't read the contract.

OK, Susana, I think...

yes.

I... yeah, I know how you get when I use your first name.

Of course, I'm almost done. I'm like this close.

I'm just saying, can you maybe buy me an extra month or two?

I mean, isn't that what agents are for?

OK, OK, OK, forget it, forget it.

Forget I asked. Stupid Mel.

Actually, I just had a great idea,

and I think I'm gonna go write.

OK, love you, bye.

Where are all the blue ones?

Hey!

Sorry, my flight got delayed.

Ugh, there was this baby screaming

the whole way, like right...

Melissa!

I'm on the patio!

I'm home.

Hi, hi, hey.

OK, did you know there's like 45% less

blue ones in this bag?

We're being scammed by big candy.

Can you believe that?

I thought you said you were gonna be doing

some writing this weekend.

Oh, yes, I did say that.

And I wasn't lying.

But you know I need some unstructured free time

to let my creativity run wild.

I mean, how else am I supposed to figure out what happened

on Arella's journey or the night of the Dark Tide

if I'm just sitting behind a desk?

So you figured it out then?

No, that was just... that was an example.

Do not make that face.

- I'm not making a face. - You are.

You are making that face.

You're making that face you make

when you're gonna say something serious.

I think I need some space from us.

U...

is this a breakup?

Why?

It's just, we're supposed to be this power couple,

you know, and lately, I've been feeling like

I'm in this relationship all by myself.

Oh, Jonathan. That's just not true.

Babe, most days, you don't even get out of bed.

You don't work.

I mean, you definitely don't write.

I mean, I get home from a business trip,

and you can't even ask me how it went or say hi.

Hey, you know, you're right, you're right, and I'm sorry.

I was just distracted, but I want

to know what's going on at the bank.

You don't work at a bank?

- No. - No.

You don't work at a bank.

I know you don't work at a bank.

At the hedge fund, tell me what's

going on at the hedge fund.

It's commercial real estate investment.

I've told you a hundred times.

Jonathan, that's like almost exactly the same thing.

OK, fine. Just don't do this.

Don't throw away what we have.

We're like peanut butter and bacon.

Nobody likes peanut butter and bacon!

- - I love you.

Really, I do.

I just... I can't do us anymore.

I'm sorry.

You're gonna be OK.

Why wouldn't I be?

I am a grown woman.

No! That is not real!

Jack would be like, "Move over.

"There's plenty of room for us both on the door.

We're supposed to be a power couple."

Get up, Jack.

Get up.

- Hello. -

My lovely.

How are you?

Susana.

It's after 5:00, dear. I'm off the clock.

Oh, great, sorry.

Mom, hi. What are you doing here?

A mother's job is never done, and neither is an agent's.

Not following.

Well, honey, I saw

that what's-his-name broke up with you.

Who said anything... who said...

Shh. No one said anything.

I saw that you posted song lyrics online.

I just feel like Beyoncé gets me.

I know. I read your post.

But regardless, he's gone.

You're heartbroken. Look at me.

We have a deadline to meet.

OK, OK.

I just... I kind of feel like my grief

outweighs the whole career thing right now.

I think you're wrong because, darling,

you signed a contract, a contract that will allow

a publisher to seek damages if deadlines are not met.

OK, so we pay a little fine.

Sure, you can pay your little fine of $1 million.

- What? - That's what I thought.

So if you would like to keep your house

from being repossessed, I suggest you go upstairs

and start packing because I booked us

on a ten-day writing retreat.

Think of it as the mother-daughter trip

we've never taken.

OK.

So you and me, together on vacation.

You know how I feel about rhetorical questions.

Don't like them.

So go upstairs, start packing,

and put on some deodorant, please.

Mom, I'm...

Fine.

Really? An olive farm?

I mean, why not, like, a private library or something?

Darling, your final book is set in a magical forest.

So this is your inspiration.

Mm, OK, now, where is my cell phone service?

Darling, don't dawdle under the sun.

It'd be a nightmare if your forehead wrinkles.

My forehead what?

Welcome to the Babbling Brook Farm.

Checking in, I'm guessing.

Yes, the name is D-E-E.

Let's see, Dee.

So you've got one deluxe suite and one basic room.

Perfect.

We'll just need a card on record.

- Thank you. - Is this made of stone?

Slate, actually.

Tell the bellhop to bring the bags up to the room.

Thank you.

Your room is upstairs on the left.

Darling, we have a tasting tonight, 7:00.

And do not be late.

Oh, and wear that cute top Mommy packed for you.

Oh.

Yeah, we don't have a bellhop.

Yeah, sorry. She is a lot.

Oh, is that the, um...