I threw myself a birthday party and only three people turned up – there were empty tables everywhere, I'm so embarrassed
Olivia Purcell, from Port of Menteith, Stirling, turned 26 last month but had planned a celebration with friends over the weekend.
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She booked out three tables at a bar in Glasgow on Saturday night for the birthday bash but was left feeling awkward when they remained mostly empty.
Eating her cake sadly by herself in a TikTok clip, she said: "Booked a table for 20 people and nobody turned up. Drunk called my ex's mum. Spent £200 and didn't get one good picture
"Is it even your birthday if u didn't cry lol?"
Olivia, who owns clothing label Delu'Lu, was then forced to share clips of the failed party in response to a social media user who claimed she was "lying for clout".
She later branded the incident "embarrassing", and added: "I've got us a cake and everything, who's here to sing happy birthday? No one."
Her clip quickly went viral with 1.5million views as people said they heartbroken for the Scots fashion boss.
One person said: "I've come to learn it's quality over quantity, I've stopped trying to get people together as they most times say they're coming, confirm just before then don't bother showing up or having the decency to message you… it's horrible."
"I actually feel really sad about this, sending you love and success", wrote a second.
A third insisted: "The important people showed up."
A fourth admitted: "This literally just happened to me on Saturday too! Quality over quantity girl."
I work 5 jobs & sold my phone number to a guy for £100 to fund my dream business
"All been there girl it's a horrible thing", sympathised a fifth.
Meanwhile, a sixth cried: "This breaks my heart."
We told earlier how Olivia works five jobs and clocks in impressive 18-hour days to fund her clothing business.
On a typical day, she juggles being a makeup artist at Dior, working at a nightclub, helping her mum with her teeth whitening company and being a TikTok content creator.
She's even admitted to selling her phone number to a guy for £100 to add to her savings pot.
And when you'd expect her to fit in some much-needed sleep between all of that, the 26-year-old designer is instead building her fashion brand Delu'Lu.
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Livi has invested thousands of pounds of her own money into the label so far and launched her first collection in February - which sold out in four days.
You may also recognise the 26-year-old from BBC Scotland's The Agency: Unfiltered, which gives fans an inside look at influencer agency Aquarius Creative, based in Hamilton.
The fly-on-the-wall show documents the trials, glitz and glam of clients based at the agency, as well as the female founders Amy Moore and Kirsten Cameron.
Olivia joined series three as one of six hopeful influencers vying for a spot on the Aquarius Creative roster.
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