|posted on 10-Oct-2002 2:20:40 AM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|Okay, I was suffering from a little writer's block. However, inspiration hit me today and I decided to write this fic. It is based on the movie Sabrina (1995). I loved the movie and it has been bugging me lately, so I just had to write it. Now there will be a few changes from the movie but you will have read to find out. I just hope that I can do the movie justice with my own little Roswellian version.|
For the movie's synopsis, follow this link: [url=http://www.hollywood.com/movies/detail/movie/164116]
I will still continue "To Keep from Loving You" but updates might be sporadic. (Sorry guys its my short attention span!) This fic is just calling my name.
Title: Fair Elizabeth
Category: M/L with a little Kyle thrown in between. Don't worry this will have a happy dreamer ending. I cannot write anything but.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
It was a crisp, warm summer evening. Soft music drifted through air as lights twinkled in the trees. The garden was full of people chatting and milling about. Women dressed in fancy evening dresses playfully gossiped, while the men, looking handsome in their suits and tuxedos conversed about business and golf. The sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses could be heard throughout the estate.
It was a joyous soiree.
Across the way, perched atop a tree branch, sat a little dark-haired girl. She watched the people with much fascination. Her eyes were wide as she took everything in. These parties always seemed magical to her. It was like a fairy tale. The orchestra would play and the women in beautiful dresses would dance escorted by their handsome princes. She would sit there for hours until it became too cold or her behind became numb. Even then she was reluctant to leave.
“Elizabeth, where are you?” Her mother called out from window of their apartment, snapping Liz out of her daydream.
“Up here, momma.”
Her mother looked up, “There you are, Lizzie! Come down here before you break your neck!”
Liz obediently climbed down from the tree branch onto the roof. She precariously scaled the ledge and swung herself into her bedroom window.
“Lizzie, what did I say about climbing that tree?! You almost gave me a fright!” Her mother exclaimed as she pulled Liz into a tight embrace.
“I’m sorry, momma. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to see the party.” Liz adjusted her thick-framed glasses and gazed down at the floor.
Nancy loosened her embrace and looked at her daughter. She tucked a stray hair behind Liz’s ear and smiled. “I know sweetheart. It’s alright. I just don’t like it when you climb up that high. Come, go brush your teeth and say goodnight to your father.”
Nancy gave her daughter a final squeeze, turned and left the bedroom. Liz followed in the same direction and headed for the bathroom. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she turned off the bathroom light and walked towards the living room.
Sitting by the lamp near the window, Jeffery Parker put down the newspaper he had been reading when he heard his daughter approach.
Liz scuttled over to her father and sat herself on his lap. “Hi daddy,” she breathed, resting her head on his shoulder. Jeffery smiled and kissed the top of his daughter’s head. “Were you playing Tarzan again, angel?” Jeff playfully asked.
Giggling, she replied, “No daddy I was just sitting on the branch watching the party. I was just pretending I was Cinderella and dancing at the ball.”
Jeffery whispered, “well next time you climb up there, you just let me know, so I can keep your mother distracted.”
Grateful for her father’s understanding, Liz excitedly got up and pecked her father on the cheek. She bid him goodnight and walked towards her bedroom.
Happy and content, eleven year old Liz Parker snuggled into the covers and switched off the lamp. She sighed and drifted off to sleep as twinkling lights and handsome couples danced across her mind.
The following morning, Liz was in the kitchen helping her mother prepare lunch for the Evans. She quite enjoyed working alongside her mother in the kitchen. However, she had more fun helping her father with his duties, especially since they would have water fights when he would wash the Evans’ car.
“Good morning, Nancy. Hello there Elizabeth.” Diane Evans greeted as she walked into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Diane. Did you sleep well?” Nancy asked.
“Oh I am well rested and ready for the day. Thank you.” Diane cheerfully answered.
“That was quite a party last night, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, it was. I hope we didn’t keep your family up with all the noise?”
“Oh no. We quite enjoyed the music actually,” Nancy replied reassuringly.
The Evans were one of the most prominent families in California. They owned Pacifica Development Corp., a large property development company. It was ran by Diane’s husband, Phillip. That was until he passed away from a sudden heart attack five years ago.
When Liz was a year old, the Parkers came to be employed by the Evans. Nancy worked as a cook while Jeffrey was hired as a chauffeur.
The Evans were always kind and respectful to their employees. Liz and her parents were always treated like family. She was even invited to the birthday parties of the Evans’ two children, Maxwell and Kyle.
“Elizabeth, run along now and play outside.” Nancy playfully nudged her daughter.
Liz smiled gratefully at her mother and excitedly ran out the door. Once she was outside, she decided to walk towards the flower garden.
She always loved Evans’ garden. Whenever she had the chance, she would sneak off and for hours would idly lie on the grass and watch lazy clouds dance across the sky.
Once she found a perfect spot, she laid down on the soft grass tucking a hand beneath her head, while the other absently pulled at the grass underneath.
“Hey there, Princess.” Called a child’s voice.
Liz turned her head and smiled at the boy. “Hi Kyle. I thought you were suppose to be studying with Maxwell?”
“Max was droning on and on about the many uses of geometry, so I thought I’d sneak out while he wasn’t looking. Plus its more fun being out here with you, Princess four-eyes,” he grinned.
“Kyle, you’re such a dork,” Liz snorked. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble, if you don’t go back.”
“Geez, Lizzie. You’re such a killjoy.” Kyle stuck out his tongue and stomped back towards the house.
Liz made a face at him and turned back to the busy task of cloud watching.
~ Later that afternoon ~
The door was nudged open a little and a dark head peeked out from behind it. “Sorry to interrupt, but your mother said that I was to bring you some sandwiches.”
Liz walked into the study with a tray in her hand. As she bent to put the tray down, her glasses slid off her nose and landed with a light thud on the table. “Oh! I’m sorry, Maxwell.” She picked up her glasses, fixed the masking tape on its side and replaced it back on her face.
“It’s alright, Elizabeth. Maybe I should ask my mother to buy you some new glasses.” Maxwell suggested.
“Oh no! That’s alright. It nothing that a little more tape can’t fix.” She joked and excused herself from the room. She turned and slowly made her way towards the door.
Maxwell put down his novel and looked across the table at Kyle who had his book open but was staring blankly a wall. “Kyle, you better not ask me for help when you fail your English test tomorrow.”
“Okay, Max. Sheez!” Kyle huffed and rolled his eyes.
Liz heard the sarcasm in Kyle’s voice and glanced towards him. He caught her gaze and began to make funny faces eliciting a giggle from her.
“What’s so funny, Elizabeth?” Maxwell questioned.
“Oh, nothing.” And with that Elizabeth opened the door and softly closed it behind her. All the while trying to contain her laughter.
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|posted on 10-Oct-2002 3:12:43 PM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|Carolina_moon: Yes, that is the baby from Ally Macbeal.|
And now hot off the presses, may I present Chapter 2!
As the years passed by, the children grew. Maxwell was in his last year of financial studies at Harvard. Kyle had graduated high school and was in his first year at Penn State University. While Elizabeth, being the youngest of the three at seventeen, was the only one left behind.
“Lizzie, angel, why don’t you finish wiping down the car while I go grab some wax.” Jeffery turned off the hose and headed for the garage.
“Sure thing, daddy.” Liz squeezed the excess water from her soaking shirt. She took off her glasses and wiped off the beads of water with a rag.
“Hey there, Princess!” Called a teasing voice. Liz turned towards the direction of the voice. Squinting, she could make out two blob-like figures walking up the driveway. She replaced her glasses and was the two blobs came clearly into view. Under the wet, dark mop of her hair, Liz’s face brightened as she recognized Kyle coming home for spring break. However, her smile quickly faded as soon as she saw that his arm was wrapped around a giggling petite blonde.
“How’s it going, Princess?” Kyle asked as they reached Liz.
“Good thanks. How about you? How’s school?” Liz answered politely, keeping her eyes focused on Kyle.
“It’s great! Penn State is an excellent school! Lots of parties and beautiful women to boot!” Leave it to Kyle to choose an active social life over academics.
“Geez, where are my manners? Liz, this is my girlfriend, Tess Harding. Tess, this is Fair Elizabeth.” Kyle gestured from Tess to Liz.
“Nice to meet you, Elizabeth.” Tess extended her hand.
“Nice to meet you too, Tess.” Liz plastered a sugary sweet smile and shook her hand.
Kyle glanced at his watch and looked at Tess. “We better go babe. Mom was expecting us half an hour ago and she hates it when I’m late.” Kyle grabbed Tess’ hand and ran towards the house. Tess smiled and waved to Liz.
Liz waved back but when she was sure they were in the house, she sighed and let her shoulders slump.
Kyle, her sweet prince, had a girlfriend.
She looked dejectedly at the car and proceeded to wipe it off.
Kyle entered the house and saw that his mother was making her way down the sprawling staircase.
“Kyle Robert Evans! You are late! Come give your lovely mother a kiss.” Diane exclaimed as she pointed to her cheek.
“Good afternoon, mother.” Kyle kissed her cheek and helped her down the stairs. “Sorry, we’re late.”
Taking his hand, Diane noticed that there was bouncy, young girl standing at the foot of the stairs.
“Hello, there. And who could this lovely young lady be?” Diane turned towards her son.
“Mom, this is my girlfriend, Tess Harding. She also attends Penn State.” Kyle let her hand go and ran down the rest of the stairs, wrapping his arm around the petite blonde.
“Lovely you meet you, Tess.” Reaching the girl, Diane shook her hand. “I hope you’ll stay for the party tonight.”
“Thank you Mrs. Evans.” Tess smiled gratefully.
“Mother, I just got off the phone with the orchestra. There seems to be a problem with one of the violinist….oh hello, Kyle.” Maxwell walked in with his cell phone in his hand.
“Hey, Max!” Stepping over to his brother, “I would like you to meet my girlfriend, Tess Harding.” He beamed towards Tess as he slapped his brother on the shoulder.
“Hello, Tess.” Maxwell acknowledged politely and looked towards Diane. “Mother, there is still the problem of the violinist.”
Diane Evans was throwing another one of her famous soirees. She wanted to give her children a proper welcome home and what other perfect way to do that than to throw a party.
“Maxwell, why don’t you handle it? I have to make sure that the caterers get everything right.” She gave Maxwell’s cheek a loving pinch and walked off towards the kitchen.
Maxwell’s cell phone began to ring. He picked it up and walked towards the study to continue the conversation, leaving the young couple standing in the foyer.
“Kyle, I don’t think your brother likes me.” Tess pouted.
“Don’t worry about it, babe.” Kyle reached over and squeezed her waist. “Maxwell is just like that. He doesn’t mean to be rude. He’s really a good guy, just all proper and business-like, you now. Come on. I’ll show you our room.” Holding her hand, he led her up the stairs.
~ That evening ~
Sitting atop her usual branch above their apartment, Liz closed her eyes and hummed softly with the music. All these years, she never tired of watching the Evans’ parties.
“Elizabeth!” Called a stern voice.
Liz’s body jolted and she almost fell were it not for her tight grasp on tree trunk.
She looked down to see Maxwell looking up at her with his hands in his pockets. “Maxwell! You scared me!” She clutched a hand to her heart, trying to will her heartbeat to slow.
“What are you doing up there?”
“Why, watching the party, of course.” Liz replied matter-of-factly.
“Why? You were invited. Why don’t you come down off your perch and come with me?” He offered his arm politely.
“Thank you, but no. I prefer having the bird’s eye view.”
“Fine. Suit yourself.” Maxwell shrugged and walked away.
Liz shifted her weight as she made herself more comfortable on the branch. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to attend the party – no. The real reason was that she was too shy. Moreover, she did not own any fancy dresses and did not have the heart to ask her parents for one. She knew that cooks and chauffeurs did not make a lot of money. However, despite their financial state, she loved her life and she loved her parents dearly. She would not trade it for all the gold in the world.
She looked up and gazed longingly towards the gathering. She smiled when she noticed Kyle situated in the middle of a group of his friends. He seemed to be telling a very exciting story as his gestures became more and more animated.
As Kyle’s friends were laughing and patting him on the shoulder, Tess sauntered towards him, in a black cocktail dress. Touching him on the shoulder, she whispered something in his ear making him grin. He muttered something to his friends and led Tess towards the dance floor. Tess snuggled closer to Kyle as they slowly danced.
Liz closed her eyes and pretended that it was her dancing with Kyle. He would hold her close and gaze down at her with his wonderful blue eyes and tell her that she’s beautiful. She would look up and shyly smile at him. He would bend his head down and place a gentle kiss on her lips. At this thought, Liz touched her lips and sighed.
She opened her eyes and noticed that Kyle and Tess were no longer on the dance floor. Liz scanned the crowd and noticed a white tuxedo jacket lying on the ground off towards the trees. She thought it was peculiar that someone would wander that far from the party. She shifted her gaze and noticed a man in a white shirt leaning against a tree. She leaned forward and squinted her eyes. What she saw made her eyes go wide and she gasped in shock.
There leaning against the tree was Kyle with Tess’ legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed her passionately.
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|posted on 11-Oct-2002 1:39:44 PM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|Thank you for all the feed back and the bumps everyone!|
I have not seen the original Sabrina but it is on my list of movies to rent.
Okay, last night I was inspired and I made a new banner. I know its from Breakfast at Tiffany's but I love Audrey Hepburn and I found the perfect picture of Shiri to use for it so voila!!
Now this is where it becomes interactive. We are going to play banner survivor. Please vote for the the banner you like best.
Okay now on with the story!
Liz turned her face away from the kissing couple. She sobbed as her heart broke into a thousand pieces. It was one thing to know that Kyle was in love but it was another to witness him showing her ‘his love!’
After a few minutes, her sobs turned into quiet sniffs. She wiped her tears on her sleeve and adjusted her glasses. Taking in a deep breath, she climbed down the tree and into her bedroom. Stepping down from the window, she reached over the nightstand and switched on the lamp bathing the room in light. Hastily removing her shoes, she padded over to her dresser, removed her tear-stained shirt and replaced it with a clean nightgown. As she made her way to the bed she heard a soft knock on her door.
“Are you asleep, honey?” Nancy asked as she peered her head into the room.
“No momma. I’m awake.” Liz replied. She lay down on the bed and pulled the covers up to her neck.
Sitting down on Liz’s bed, Nancy reached out to touch her daughter’s hand. “Lizzie, where you up on that branch again?” She asked with knowing eyes.
“Yes I was. I’m sorry.” Liz bit her lip fighting hard for control over her tumultuous emotions.
Nancy looked at her daughter with concern. She knew something was troubling Liz. Even by the lamplight she could see that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.
“Are you alright, angel?” She asked as she softly brushed off the bangs from Liz’s forehead.
“I’m alright. Just a little tired, I suppose.” Liz lied. She hated lying to her mother but she could not tell her that her only daughter was pining away for a man whom she could never attain.
Sitting up, Nancy folded her hands on her lap. “Okay. Good night then,” she did not press. Instead, she tucked the covers around Liz and kissed her forehead. She turned off the lamp and softly walked towards the door. She glanced back at her beloved daughter to see her snuggled on her side clutching her pillow. “Sweet dreams, angel,” Nancy whispered as she closed the door.
When Liz heard the door click shut, she opened the flood of tears she had been keeping at bay. She clutched her pillow tighter as she cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, Liz was helping her mother prepare brunch for the Evans. She had just finished cutting up the fruit when she heard Diane walk in the kitchen.
“Good morning ladies,” Diane greeted.
“Good morning, Mrs. Evans,” Liz responded as she placed the cut up fruit on a platter.
“My sons and I will be having brunch in the solarium, so please bring the food in there.” She turned and left the kitchen.
“Sure thing, Diane.” Nancy cheerfully answered. Walking over to Liz, she grabbed the dish of butter and the basket of croissants and instructed her daughter to follow her, with the platter of fruit, into the solarium.
“Good morning, Mrs. P!” Kyle chirped.
“Good morning, Mrs. Parker, Liz.” Maxwell nodded his head towards Nancy then Liz.
“G’morning.” The two women greeted.
Liz chanced a look at Kyle only to see that he was whispering something to Tess’ ear, to which she responded, “Oh Kyle!” She playfully slapped him on the arm and giggled.
Now, Liz had never been a violent person but at that moment she thought she could make an exception. Never in her life had she felt she wanted to throttle a person more than Tess Harding!
After brunch, Liz took a walk in the garden and lay down on the grass. She closed her eyes tight hoping to purge out the image of Tess giggling at Kyle, when she felt a shadow looming over her. She opened one eye to take a peek and saw that Maxwell was looking down at her with his hands clasped behind his back.
Liz sat up and tucked her knees to her chest. “Hi Maxwell.”
Maxwell gestured to the spot on the grass beside her and Liz nodded. “How are things with you?” He asked as he sat down and rested his arms on his knees.
“Oh, I’m alright,” she sighed.
Maxwell looked over the petite girl beside him who was looking blankly into space. His brow furrowed in curiosity. He suddenly noticed that under the heavy chestnut hair and thick-framed glasses hid a beautiful, innocent face. He cocked his head to the side to look at her more closely; all the while Liz was oblivious to his stares.
“So, how’s Harvard?” Liz asked staring into space.
Maxwell snapped out of his mesmerized state. “O-oh! Harvard is fine. I’ll be graduating soon. Did I tell you I took up rowing?”
Liz nodded her head not glancing at him. He noticed that she was not listening to him and blurted, “oh and the other week I bought a shotgun and went on a mass-murdering spree.”
“That’s nice,” Liz replied indifferently.
“Liz? Are you alright?” Maxwell touched her arm. Liz sat up straight surprised by the contact.
“I’m sorry, Maxwell.” She looked at him sheepishly.
“It’s alright,” he coolly responded. “I should go anyway. I have some packing to do.” He got up and walked towards the house. He glanced back and saw that Liz had her chin resting on her hand still staring off into space. He shook his head and stuck his hands in his pockets. He wondered why no one had ever noticed this pretty girl before?
* * * *
A few days later, the boys returned to their respective schools and Liz was left alone once again. In the weeks that followed, Liz never broke out of her melancholy mood. She would go about chores monotonously. She would diligently do her schoolwork but never delighted in the high marks she would achieve. And, when she smiled, it never quite reached her eyes.
This change did not go unnoticed by her parents. One night after dinner, the Parkers decided something needed to be done...
After washing the dishes, Liz excused herself to her room.
“Jeffrey, I’m worried about Liz.” Nancy expressed as she sat beside her husband on the living room couch. Jeffrey put down his book and glanced at his wife, giving her his full attention.
“I’ve noticed for a while now that she hasn’t been herself. That sparkle that I used to see in her eyes is now gone.” She furrowed her brow in concern.
“I know. I’ve seen it too.” Jeffrey nodded his head in agreement and wrapped his arm around Nancy’s shoulder
She snuggled closer to her husband and placed a hand on his chest. “I was thinking maybe she needs to get away.” Resting her head on his shoulder, she continued, “her birthday is in a week and she’s going to be graduating at the end of the month. So, I thought that for a present we could send her to Paris. You remember my second cousin, Serena?” She paused and looked up at her husband. Seeing him nod his head she carried on, “well, I called her the other day to ask her how she was doing. We got to talking and she mentioned that the magazine that she is working for is looking for an English-speaking production intern.” She slightly pulled away from her husband’s embrace and looked him in the eyes. “I thought about how Liz has been lately and saw this as an opportunity for her to spread her wings. I asked Serena if it was possible for them to hire Liz and she said she’ll see what she can do.”
Jeffrey looked at his wife with understanding etched on his face. “I agree that Liz needs to spread her wings but in Paris?” He questioned. Nancy gazed at him pleading with her eyes. Sighing, Jeffrey acquiesced, “Alright, if you think its best.”
Nancy placed her hands on either sides his face and gave him an excited peck on his lips. “Jeffrey Parker, you are a wonderful husband and a great father.” She exclaimed. Jeffrey smiled lovingly at his wife as left the couch to get ready for bed.
~ One week later ~
The bright morning sun filtered in through the window. Liz lazily stretched and rubbed her sleepy eyes. Her attention was caught by the soft knock on her door.
“Could we come in, Lizzie.” Her mother inquired.
“Come on in,” Liz replied.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Elizabeth, happy birthday to you!” Her parents joyously sang as they walked towards her. Nancy held a breakfast tray containing waffles, strawberries and a glass of orange juice and placed it on her daughter’s bed. Liz sat up, reached over to her nightstand to put her glasses on. Smiling, she held her hair off her face as she blew the candle lit atop the plate of waffles.
“Happy 18th birthday, sweetheart!” Nancy beamed as she sat down on Liz’s bed.
Jeffrey bent down and kissed the top of his daughter’s head, wishing her a happy birthday as well.
“Thank you so much, momma and daddy,” Liz sniffled. She was so happy that she couldn’t contain the tears of joy that escaped from her eyes.
Seeing her daughter so happy, Nancy began to cry tears of joy as well. She wiped her tears and reached for Jeffrey’s hand. “Your daddy and I have a present for you.”
“Aww, momma! You know I don’t need a present…”
“Oh shush.” Nancy held up her hand. “All we want is to make you happy. I was speaking to your Aunt Serena the other week and she mentioned that they are looking for a junior production intern at her work. So I suggested your name.”
“Isn’t Aunt Serena living in Paris?” Liz asked as she cut a piece off her waffle.
“Yes she is. Anyhow, she called last week and she said you have the job!” Nancy added excitedly.
“Oh my gosh! Are you serious?!” Liz was dumbfounded.
“Yes!” Nancy nodded her head.
Liz looked towards her father who was nodding his head in unison with a smile that could light up the state!
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Liz pulled both her parents into a fierce hug. However, her excitement faded as she remembered that her parents did not have a lot of money. “Ummm…thank you for the gift… and I really appreciate it…” She pulled out of their embrace, “…but you guys can’t afford to send me to Paris.” She looked at her parents with concern.
Nancy caught her daughter’s worried look but her smile never faltered. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Your father and I have been saving for you since the day you were born. So, the money is already there.”
“Really?” Liz asked.
“Really!” Jeffrey and Nancy replied in unison and burst out laughing. A few seconds later, Liz jumped out of bed (careful not to turnover her breakfast) and was laughing right along with them.
The gardener below stopped his whistling when he heard a commotion coming from above the garage. He turned his gaze towards the apartment there and smiled when he saw the Parkers standing by the window laughing with their daughter – pride and joy etched clearly on their faces.
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|posted on 13-Oct-2002 9:14:23 PM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|posted on 22-Oct-2002 2:04:38 AM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|Thanks for all the f/b everyone! I thrive on them!|
Marteloise: Merci beacoup! I will probably bm if I have any more questions.
on with the fic...
“Liz! Hurry up! We’re going to be late for your commencement ceremony!” Nancy hollered from the living room.
“Just a minute!” Liz called back. “I’m coming!” She walked over to the full-length mirror and inspected her reflection. Sucking in her cheekbones, she straightened her posture and posed. “Blech!” She stuck her tongue out at her reflection and walked out of her room. Unimpressed by the image she saw.
“Finally!” Nancy exclaimed seeing her daughter approach. She grabbed her purse from the couch and shooed Liz out the front door.
Jeffrey seeing that his wife and daughter were finally ready, got up from his favourite chair to follow them out.
“Jeffrey don’t forget the camera on the table.” Nancy glanced back at her husband and pointed to the coffee table.
“Women,” Jeffrey muttered shaking his head as he grabbed the camera and followed his family to the car.
When they arrived at the school, the Parkers got out of their four-door sedan and made a mad dash for the school’s quad where the commencement ceremony was being held.
After putting on her cap and gown, Liz adjusted the tassel and faced her parents. As she turned, she was suddenly blinded by a bright flash of light.
“Sorry, angel.” Nancy apologized. “You just look so…” she covered her mouth with her hand biting back a sob.
“You’ll have to excuse your mother, Lizzie. She tends to get overly emotional over these tings.” Jeffrey joked touching his wife’s shoulder as he reached to hug his daughter. “We are very proud of you.”
“Thanks, daddy.” Each parent took a turn hugging her until it was time for the ceremony to begin.
An hour and a half later, after she received her diploma and posed for so many pictures her cheeks ached from smiling; it was finally time to go home.
After dinner that evening, Liz resigned herself to her room to finish packing. It felt a little strange to her to see that everything that she has held dear for the past eighteen years could fit into two suitcases.
Standing back to assess her work, she remembered that she had one last thing to pack. Lifting her mattress, she blindly felt for her journal. As she reached to place it in her suitcase, something fell out from between its well-worn pages. Recognizing what it was, she sat down cross-legged on the carpet and picked it up. It was a picture of Kyle taken from when he did a Gap ad last year. He had looked so handsome wearing a shirt that matched the colour of his eyes, while a charming smile graced his beautiful lips.
She sighed and placed it in the pocked of her suitcase just in time for her father walked into her room.
“Hi daddy.” She said looking up.
“Hello angel.” He replied sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Daddy, do you think I’m pretty?” She asked while pretending to pick lint off the carpet.
“Of course. I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world, next to your mother of course” Jeffrey beamed.
“You’re just saying that because you’re my father and you have to.” Liz said shyly.
Suddenly looking at his daughter with concern, Jeffrey asked, “is there something wrong, Lizzie?”
Suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, Liz got up and zipped up her suitcase. “Nothing’s wrong, daddy. I was just kidding.” She tried to avert his gaze.
“Is it Kyle Evans?” He asked inquisitively.
Liz looked at him embarrassingly.
“Sweetheart, you have to stop this unhealthy preoccupation with the Evans’ boy. You’re young, intelligent, and beautiful. Pretty soon men will be throwing themselves at your feet. You’re just a late bloomer, that’s all. You’ll see.” Jeffrey looked at his daughter and smiled. ‘If only she could really see herself,’ he thought.
“Good night sweetheart. Sleep well.” Jeffrey kissed her forehead and left the room.
Liz watched her father leave her room. She settled into bed and turned off the lamp. Her father’s words echoing in her head, ’pretty soon men will be throwing themselves at your feet.’ ‘That would be nice,’ she thought, but she only had eyes for one man and Kyle Evans only had eyes for everyone else but her.
“Lizzie wake up. We have to go in two hours.” Nancy said hurriedly from behind the closed door.
“U’m uph…U’m uph…” Liz mumbled into her pillow.
She stretched her arms up lazily giving a very loud yawn. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and kicked off her blanket. At that very second, her eyes flew wide open as the realization of what today was hit her -- today was the day she was leaving for Paris!
Getting up, she rushed towards the door and jerked it open. She scurried to the bathroom and hopped in the shower. Fifteen minutes later she emerged clad in a bathrobe and headed to her room to get dressed.
Picking out her favourite flower print jumper dress and white shirt she sat down at the kitchen table to join her parents for breakfast.
“Mornin’,” she squeezed her father’s shoulder and sat down beside her mother.
“Hey there sleepy head,” Jeffrey greeted her from behind his newspaper.
Liz smiled at her father as she reached for the pitcher orange juice. She poured herself a glass and proceeded to butter her toast.
“Have you finished packing?” Nancy asked while scooping some eggs onto a plate.
“All set, momma.” Liz took a sip of her orange juice. “I’m just going to go say goodbye to Mrs. Evans then we can head over to the airport.”
After breakfast, Liz walked over to the Evans mansion and found Diane in her office.
She smoothed her hair down and softly knocked on the door, “Mrs. Evans? It’s Elizabeth. May I come in?”
“Come in, Elizabeth.” Diane put her paperwork down and looked up.
Liz approached her desk shyly. Diane smiled at her and gestured for her to take a seat.
“I just wanted to say goodbye,” she said nervously wringing her hands.
“Oh yes! That’s right you’re leaving for Paris today.”
Liz nodded her head.
“Paris is lovely dear. I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time.” Diane added.
After an awkward moment of silence, Liz bid Diane goodbye and headed out to the garage to join her family.
Arriving at the airport, they parked their car and unloaded her bags.
“We better check you in. Your flight leaves in an hour.” Jeffrey was always the voice of reason. They walked up to the airline counter and presented her ticket. After checking in her luggage, it was time to say goodbye to her parents.
“I’m gonna miss you guys,” Liz threw her arms over both of her parents’ shoulders.
“We’re gonna miss you too,” Nancy and Jeffrey replied in unison.
Nancy wiped a stray tear off her cheek and looked at her daughter. “Now, Liz. Call us when you get there, okay,” she said in her motherly tone. She smoothed her hand over her daughter’s hair assuring herself that her Liz would be alright.
Liz nodded and picked up her carry-on bag. “I will write you everyday! I love you!” She kissed their cheeks and walked towards the boarding area.
Jeffrey wrapped his arm around Nancy’s waist as they looked towards the receding figure of their daughter. Liz turned around and grinned, waving one last time to her parents. Nancy rested her head on Jeffrey’s shoulder and sniffed. It was not that long ago when they had been in the same position as they watched Liz enter her kindergarten classroom. Over the years, they had done their best to raise their only daughter well. Now it was time to let her go and for their beloved Elizabeth to spread her wings.
|posted on 23-Oct-2002 12:35:47 PM by Lolita Behrbuns|
marteloise originally wrote:
so she's leaving for paris ..
question (I didn't see the movie so I don't know what will happen..) : how long will she stay there ???
Its even better that you haven't seen the movie yet, then you don't know what is coming up so you'll be entertained and surprised.
As for how long she'll be there...hmmm...maybe a year and a half (until her 20th birthday).
Floh: I know! I love that part too!! I'm actually checking with the mods if I am allowed to use that scene. Due to the recent plagiarism hoopla, I thought I would check with them first, don't want my thread to be shut down!
Okay, I will try to work on the next part either tonight or tomorrow. I will try to post it by the weekend - though no promises.
|posted on 25-Oct-2002 9:43:35 PM by Lolita Behrbuns|
Soft music drifted through the air as Liz stepped out onto the freshly manicured lawn. Turning her head, she took in her surroundings. It was a gorgeous night! The stars were shining and the weather was warm. Of course, the weather was always cooperative on the night of an Evans party. Mother Nature never dared to make it rain. She couldn’t or Diane Evans would sue her!
People were joyously chatting as servers ran around with trays of food and wine. To her right was an elaborately decorated buffet table adorned with all sorts of hors d’eovres - everything from caviar to imported cheeses. To her left was fountain of crystal glasses filled to the brim with champagne. Liz smiled. Diane Evans loved champagne! She always said a party was not truly a party without champagne!
She walked closer towards the stage following the soft lilt of the music. Suddenly, the crowd parted and there stood Kyle Evans, looking dashing in a white tuxedo jacket with a white rose affixed upon his lapel. His blue eyes twinkled, fixated on her and only her. Walking up to her, he smiled and silently reached for her hand. Liz felt like melting. His boyish smile always got to her. Her heart pounded in her ears as he pulled her towards the dance floor wrapping his arm around her waist. Liz felt happy and content as their bodies began to sway to the music. Kyle’s hand softly caressed her cheek as he looked deep into her eyes. Liz licked her lips and looked at him in anticipation at what he was about to say.
“Mademoiselle…” ‘Huh?!’ Liz scrunched up her face in confusion. Why was Kyle speaking French and why did he sound like a woman? “…Mademoiselle…” There he goes again!
“Mademoiselle…pardon? Mademoiselle!” Liz was jolted awake from her wonderful dream. Groaning, she shifted in her seat and mumbled, “just a few more minutes, momma.”
“Mademoiselle, wake up! We are in Paris!” the female voice replied.
What does her mother mean they’re in Paris? Liz took a surprised intake of breath. That was when she noticed that her neck was lying in an awkward position and she could hear a low humming noise in the background. Wearily, she opened one eye to peek at her surroundings. Instead of seeing the familiar walls of her bedroom, she was greeted by an amused looking flight attendant.
“Good afternoon Mademoiselle. Welcome to Paris!” The flight attendant greeted. Liz blushed and mumbled, “thank you.”
Satisfied that the young girl was finally awake, the flight attendant turned and proceeded to check on the other passengers.
Liz sat up and adjusted her glasses. It had only been a dream, but it had felt so real. Touching her cheek, she closed her eyes and thought back to her dream. She could still feel his breath on her as he leaned in close while they danced. It had felt so wonderful. ‘Oh well,’ she thought, ‘like that would ever happen.’ She shrugged her shoulders and got up, reaching for her carry on bag in the overhead bin.
Stepping into the main lobby of the airport, Liz was greeted by a tall, smiling auburn-haired woman. “Elizabeth! Look at you! You’re all grown up!”
“Hi… A-Aunt Serena!” Liz recognized her from the pictures her mother showed her. She had the same red hair and friendly disposition as her mother.
Serena kissed both of Liz’s cheeks in the typical European fashion. “How have you been? How are your mother and father?”
“Oh I’m well and they’re both fine.” Liz answered giving her a warm smile. From what her mother told her, Serena had grown up with Nancy in New Mexico but later moved to New York where she landed a job at Elle magazine. After a few years, she had been promoted to fashion editor and was transferred to Paris where she had been living since.
“Well we better grab your luggage and take you home now. You must be famished.” Serena looped her arm through Liz’s as they headed towards the baggage carousel.
During the cab ride to Serena’s apartment, Liz dazedly sat with her chin resting on her hand which was perched on the cab’s window ledge. ‘So this is Paris!’ She thought while wearing a grin from ear to ear as she took in the sights and sounds of the city. It was very different from California to say the least. For one, the cars were smaller and the streets were narrower. She could see the Eiffel Tower looming over the beautiful old buildings. Artists and performers littered the sidewalks providing free entertainment for the tourists and passersby.
Serena noticed Liz looking out at the window mesmerized by the sight before her and smiled. “I was just like you when I first arrived in this city. It’s gorgeous isn’t it?” she asked. “It’s a little overwhelming at first but you’ll get used to it.” She reached over and patted Liz’s hand.
“Does everybody drive in this city?” Liz asked not taking her eyes off the images that passed before her.
Serena chuckled, “no dear. Most people take the Metro.”
“Is that the bus?” Liz asked looking over at Serena.
“No…that’s the underground subway. It’s what we’ll be riding to get to and from work.”
“Oh!” Liz nodded her head in understanding.
A few minutes later, the taxi turned onto a quiet little street and pulled up to a beautiful older looking building. Serena motioned for Liz to step out as did she, paying the cab driver in the process.
Liz stepped onto the sidewalk and silently admired the building. It was stunning. The architecture was in the style of art deco with ornately carved moldings and metal work. The paint on the façade was peeling here in there adding more character to the beautiful structure.
“C’mon follow me.” Serena said as she punched in a code unlocking the front doors. Passing the luscious courtyard, they walked up the stairs that led to Serena’s apartment.
“Well, Lizzie, this is it. Home sweet home.” Serena said swiping her hand in front of her in a grand presentation gesture.
“It’s beautiful Aunt Serena,” Liz stated in awe. Serena’s apartment was simple yet elegant. It had a homey feeling to it. Colourful paintings were hung about the walls, while family pictures and mementos graced all the tables in the room.
“You go and freshen up. Your room is down the hall there,” Serena pointed to the brightly lit corridor. “I’ll just go make dinner.”
Liz thanked her aunt and picked up her bags. She tentatively opened the door to her new room and what she saw made her gasp. The room consisted of an oak dresser in the corner, a desk, an oak nightstand, and in the center was a bed held in an ornate dark metal frame. It was simple, it was romantic, and it was perfect! Dragging her bags over to the bed she began to unpack. After about an hour, she had finished unpacking and had changed into a t-shirt and a pair sweatpants. She padded over to the window and parted the white billowy curtains. It was just starting to get dark but she could still see the lovely courtyard below. There was a gurgling fountain in the centre which was surrounded by lush greenery. Over to the side was a stone bench. Liz could just imagine sitting on that bench at the end of the day and writing in her journal. Excitedly, she moved and away from the window and headed for the kitchen to join her aunt for dinner.
Liz woke up to the sounds of the gurgling fountain and the chirping birds. She languidly stretched her arms and glanced at the clock – 7:00 am. She had an hour to get ready before she went to her first day of work. She had spent the better half of yesterday sleeping off her jet lag. After speaking to her parents and assuaging their worries, she and Serena took off on a foot tour of the city. They walked along the serpent like Seine River, passing by the enormous Notre Dame Cathedral with its stone walls and beautiful stained glass, making for an awesome site. After they ate lunch at an outdoor café, Liz and Serena strolled back home.
At eight o’clock on the dot, the two women were out the door and headed for the Metro station. For Liz, riding the Metro was an experience to say the least. She had never ridden in a subway before and the hustle and bustle of it was all new to her. Getting off at their station, they walked up to a new fashionable looking building. Large paned windows combined with ornate metal work covered the front of the three-storey structure. Two topiaries stood tall and proud at the front entrance giving the building an elegant feel. Above the door in big gold letters were the words ELLE MAGAZINE, making sure that everyone knew what this fashionable building housed.
“Bonjour, Melanie,” Serena greeted the receptionist as they walked in. Liz was suddenly overwhelmed by all the activity around her. There were people running here and there. The phones were ringing non-stop, while tall, lanky, beautiful women gracefully occupied the chairs in the waiting area. Walking past various rooms and offices, they entered Serena’s office.
“Have a seat Liz. Simone will be here in a minute,” she said making her way to her desk. “She’s the head of the production department. She can show you around the place.”
Liz sat fidgeting in her seat. She was extremely nervous about her first day at work. Trying to keep herself busy, she took out her French-English dictionary from her bag. Suddenly, the door opened revealing a hectic-looking woman. She looked to be about her mid-thirties with light brown hair that was cut short. A tape measure was draped around her neck and in her hand she held a clip board.
“Ahh…Simone, entrez-vous,” Serena motioned for the woman to come in. “I would like you to meet Elizabeth. She will be working as your assistant.”
Simone looked over to the mousy looking young girl. She was dressed in a pair of denim overalls and she was clutching a dictionary as if her life depended on it. Raising an eyebrow, she offered her hand and asked “Comment allez-vous?” Liz looked at her in confusion then proceeded to frantically flip through her dictionary. Serena chuckled behind her desk, “Sweetie, she asked how you are.” “Oh,” Liz blushed, “I’m well thank you.” Liz smiled and shook Simone’s hand.
Simone nodded her head in acknowledgment and exited the office mumbling something in French. Liz turned and looked at Serena in confusion. Serena laughed and said “go…go…go” while making a shooing gesture with her hand.
Liz scampered behind Simone trying to absorb everything she was saying. However, this proved to be extremely difficult seeing as she barely understood a word of French. This was definitely going to be a long day.
How did you guys like that? I have never been to Paris (but I would love to go someday) so most of the stuff from my story is from my imagination and a little bit of research. So I apologize if I got some things wrong. Oh and as for my French, its pretty bad so if I spelled things wrong, sorry.
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|posted on 27-Oct-2002 5:13:32 AM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|posted on 30-Oct-2002 11:59:14 PM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|posted on 13-Nov-2002 3:03:47 PM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|Hi there everybody! I hope you haven't forgotten about me. Sorry for taking so long on the update but RL has been in the way. So here it is the new chapter!|
Several months had passed since Liz had first arrived in Paris. During her first week she had called her parents crying from being homesick. She felt miserable during her early months in Paris. She was constantly making errors at her job and she was having a tough time picking up the language without constantly being yelled at by Simone for her ineptness. Liz thanked her lucky stars that she did not understand half of what that crazy lady said!
It was February and Valentine’s Day was just a day away. Liz felt even more depressed. Everywhere she looked it seemed like couples were kissing and cuddling at every corner. ‘Damn Paris! Why did it have to be such a romantic city?!’ she thought. The following evening, while she was lying in her bed, she fished out the picture of Kyle from her journal. Lying on her stomach she traced the contours of his face. On a whim she decided to pick up the phone and call Kyle…
“Hello?” a male voice answered.
“Hi, this is Liz. Liz Parker. Remember me?”
“Oh! Hi Eli –“
“No wait,” she cut him off. “Let me speak. Ever since I have known you, you have always expressed kindness towards me. I know you never noticed me, but I noticed you. And, even though you might not return my sentiments, I just wanted you to know that I have very deep feelings for you – ”
“Happy Valentines Day. I love – ” Liz paused. There was only one other person that called her Elizabeth other than Mrs. Evans. Her eyes widened in horror as the realization dawned on her.
“…I didn’t know you cared so much.” Maxwell interrupted.
“OH MY GOD! MAXWELL!” Liz exclaimed. She quickly slammed the phone down and felt her cheeks heat up from embarrassment.
The following morning, Liz was still berating herself for being so stupid as to reveal her feelings for Kyle to Maxwell. So, she decided that she was not going to try to contact Kyle anymore. Its best to just admire him from afar just like what she had always done.
She arrived at work five minutes late and headed for the production department. Looking at the schedule on the wall, she noted that she would be out all day on assignment. She gathered her materials and headed towards the modern art museum, Le Centre Pompidou .
When she arrived, the team had already finished setting up the set. She was greeted by Simone who in her typical manner commented that she was late. To which Liz profusely apologized and began scampering about knowing that Simone, being a little power-hungry, was pleased when she knew that Liz was working her butt off for her. The music began playing and she could hear the photograph trying to shout instructions to the models over the music. Liz paused and watched the scene before her. The models were so beautiful. They were dressed in beautiful couture gowns with colourful head and hair pieces adorning their heads. A crisp wind blew and she wrapped her scarf more tightly around her neck. It was late February and the sun was shining, however, it was still cold. She wondered how these women could stand outside with nothing on but their evening dresses while the cold wind blew around them.
Finally, after an hour the photographer called a break. Simone sent Liz to the café to get some coffee and hot chocolates for the crew and models. Liz came back a few minutes later with her hands full. She handed out the beverages. As she turned, she bumped into someone spilling some of the contents in the cup she held in her hand.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Liz bent down, placing the delinquent cup on the ground, and proceeded to wipe off the spilt contents off the person.
“Hey, don’t worry about it,” said the person wearing the latte. Liz looked up and was met by a pretty woman with warm green eyes and long blonde hair.
“Je s-suis….,” Liz began, “….darn! What is the French word for sorry?...” she mumbled to herself.
“Excuse me?” Liz looked up puzzled.
“The French word for sorry is excuse ,” the green-eyed woman replied.
“Oh you speak English.” Liz said startled.
“Well, of course. Being American and all.” The woman smiled and stuck out her hand in greeting. “The name’s Maria. Maria Deluca, from Roswell, New Mexico. The home of all things extra-terrestrial.”
Liz got up and shook Maria’s hand. “Liz. Liz Parker from Santa Barbara, California. Home of rich, spoiled brats with great tans.” She added.
“Well then, Liz Parker. Since you look like you work here, why don’t you help me change into another gown.”
Walking over to the makeshift changing area, Liz commented, “Simone is going to kill me when she finds out I ruined your dress.”
“Don’t you worry about her Lizzie. I’ll work my little Deluca magic on her,” Maria winked and looped her arm around Liz’s.
As soon as Simone spotted the two of them, she noticed the dark stain on Maria’s green dress and made a bee line towards them. True to her word, Maria stalked over towards Simone’s oncoming figure and met her head on. Liz watched from the sidelines as the two women had an animated conversation in French. Every now and then, Simone would glance over and point to Liz. Maria would straighten her back and place a hand on her hip while the other pointed at Simone. At the end, Simone raised her hand in exasperation mumbling, “merde!” as she walked away shaking her head. Maria walked over to Liz giggling conspiratorially.
“What did you say to her?” Liz asked as Maria once again looped her arm through hers.
“Well, I just told her to lay-off you and it wasn’t your fault. That you are working your ass off for her.” Maria answered.
“And that worked?”
“Well, no. So, I told her if she didn’t back off I am willing to reveal to the powers that be that I saw her in a compromising position with the photography department director. Girl, you should have seen her eyes bug out at that little piece of information! It was priceless!” Maria laughed.
“Thank you Maria.” Liz said gratefully.
“Don’t mention it, chica,” Maria waved her hands dismissively. “Say, I was thinking of grabbing a bite after the shoot, do you wanna come?” Maria paused and looked at Liz.
“Thank you. That would be great. I am pretty hungry,” Liz replied.
“Great! You’ll love the place I’m going to take you to!” Maria said excitedly.
A few hours later, the two girls emerged from the depths of the Metro tunnels.
“So where are we going?” Liz asked.
“You’ll see it’s just around the corner.” Maria replied excitedly. Liz smiled. She really did like Maria Deluca. She was surprised that she was so friendly and down-to-earth. Most of the models that Liz had met have been somewhat snobbish and pretentious. So, she took an instant liking to Maria.
As they rounded the corner, Liz spotted the familiar golden arches. “Liz Parker, welcome to my favorite French restaurant Chez Ronald McDonald,” Maria said with a mock haughty voice. Liz could not stop from giggling. Maria was truly a quirky girl. First, she kept all these vials of scented oils in her purse saying that they were for her piece of mind, then this, coming to McDonald’s for dinner! Maria will truly be a fun person to hang around with.
As they chatted over their meal, Liz found out a lot of things about Maria. She was born and raised by a single mother in Roswell. Four years ago, at the age of fifteen, she was discovered in a mall by a scout for the Ford modeling agency and she had been working the magazine circuit in New York, London, and Paris ever since.
“So did you always want to be a model?” Liz asked in between bites of her burger.
“Well, not really. I actually wanted to be a singer, but modeling makes decent money.” Maria replied as she took a sip of her milkshake. “How about you? Did you always want to work for a magazine?”
“Well no. I don’t really know what I wanted to be. This job just came along and I grabbed it.”
For the duration of the evening, the two women chatted and giggled about their childhood and their experiences, quickly becoming very good friends.
* * * *
…meanwhile back in California…
“I don’t care what you have to do! Beg, borrow, or steal! Just get that damn site up before the deadline!” Maxwell said in a calm, booming, authoritative voice. Since graduating from Harvard the previous year, he had taken over the role of CEO of Pacifica Development Corp. from his mother earning him the cover of Forbes magazine as the youngest person to ever run a fortune 500 company. In less than a year, he had managed to double the company’s share holdings.
After hanging up the phone, he stalked over to his laptop and began checking the stock market quotes. Maxwell was interrupted by Kyle bursting through his office doors.
“Kyle, I told you your allowance is cut-off for the month.” Maxwell quipped not looking up from his laptop.
“Max, I didn’t come here for money,” Kyle said grinning. Running around to the leather couch, he plopped himself down.
“Kyle, you’re grinning like a fool. What is wrong with you?” Maxwell asked annoyed.
“Dear brother, I am a fool in love,” Kyle responded. At this, Maxwell rolled his eyes. “So who is the flavour of the month this time?”
“No, Max, this time it’s different. Her name is Isabel Montgomery and she is a child psychologist. I met her at a party last week. The host’s kid was crying hysterically and she managed to calm him down. It was amazing!” Kyle recounted with a dreamy look in his eyes.
“Alright Kyle. Why don’t you invite your little girlfriend over for dinner at the house so mother and I can meet her,” Maxwell said glancing at Kyle.
“Cool!” Kyle bounded up from his seat and headed for the door.
“Umm…Kyle….where are you going? Don’t you have classes?”
“Yeah, but no biggie. I got someone taking notes for me. I have an appointment with my hairstylist and I can’t miss that!” Kyle waved and was out the door.
Maxwell just rolled his eyes and shook his head. That was Kyle - always carefree and irresponsible and everybody loved him.
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|posted on 14-Nov-2002 7:11:16 PM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|Okay who wanted me to hurry up with the next part, well...here you go!!!|
It had been several months since Liz had met Maria; and in those several months the two had been inseparable. When Liz’s aunt had announced that she would be moving to London for several months, Liz had asked Maria to move in and share her flat.
“Maria, could you remember to water the plants today. My aunt is going to kill me when she comes back to find out that her orchids are dead!” Liz exclaimed as she grabbed her backpack and headed out the door.
“Lizzie, don’t worry about it. It’s waaayy too early to be shouting about plants.” Maria grumbled as she shuffled her way into the kitchen.
Liz could not help but let out a little laugh. Maria did make quite a site in the morning. Her beautiful blonde hair usually styled in a pristine manner was in chaotic disarray. Plus, she did look pretty funny shuffling around in a duckie bathrobe and slippers! With a final wave, Liz headed off to work.
Arriving at the office, she headed for the wardrobe room to check the schedule on the clipboard. Once again, she was going to be out on assignment, but thankfully this time Simone would not be with her.
Arriving at the site, she began to set up the wardrobe and accessories. A few minutes later, with the models all dressed and ready to go, the photographer began to click-away. Once again, Liz was mesmerized by the languid movements of the models. They always looked so beautiful and elegant; she wished that one day she could be that stunning and graceful. Her reverie was broken by a heavy voice.
“Have dinner with me,” said an accented male voice.
“Huh?” was Liz’s reply. Glancing around, she searched for the source of the voice.
“Would you like to have dinner with me?” The young sandy-haired photographer asked turning to face her.
Liz blushed at the invitation. “Are you talking to me?” Liz asked pointing her thumb to herself.
“Oui . Yes you. My name is Henri,” he offered his hand in greeting.
Liz shook it somewhat hesitantly, “my name is Liz.” She was taken aback. She had been in Paris for almost a year now and no one had even glanced at her twice. This guy must be blind or extremely charitable!
“Okay, Leeezzz , I shall meet you at Le Café Americain at six o’clock,” said Henri turning back to his camera.
As soon as she saw that his back was turned, Liz’s lips turned into a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear. Her very first date! She could not wait to tell Maria.
When she arrived home that evening, Liz was a bundle of nerves. “Maria!” she shouted entering the apartment. She quickly placed her bag down and discarded her shoes. “Maria! Where are you?!” Running around the apartment, Liz finally found her sitting on the floor of her room lightly strumming her guitar.
“What’s up petunia?” Maria asked looking up at the doorway at the slightly disheveled.
Bunny-hopping into the room, Liz plopped herself down on Maria’s bed. “Maria, I have a date tonight!” said Liz turning to lie on her stomach.
Maria’s eyes widened, “oh Lizzie! I’m so happy for you!!” She squealed. “Oh gosh, what are you going to wear?”
“What do you mean?” Liz asked. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing now?”
Maria shook her head, “there is absolutely nothing wrong with what you’re wearing. It’s just that it’s your first date and we want to make this guy’s eyes bug out of its sockets!” Getting up from the floor, Maria began to rifle through her closet. “Let’s see…..what can you wear….hmmm….oh! Here you go! This dress would be perfect! You can even wear one of your sweaters if you feel that it’s too revealing,” Maria explained pulling out a sexy, short black cocktail dress. “So, tell me about him,” she said sitting beside Liz on the bed. “What does he look like?”
“Well, his name is Henri and he’s a photographer. He’s got short, sandy-blonde hair and brown eyes. He’s tall and I think he’s also blind.”
“What?!” Maria turned and looked at Liz questioningly.
“Well at least I think he’s blind because he asked me out.” Liz replied looking at the floor.
“Oh sweetie, come here.” Liz sat up and rested her head on Maria’s shoulder. “We really have to work on this self-esteem thing. You listen to me…,” Maria looked Liz in the eye. “…you are a very beautiful person - inside and out! You are also very intelligent. If anybody tells you otherwise, they are going to have to answer to me!” Maria added making a fist with her hand.
“Okay. I’ll remember that for next time,” Liz giggled.
“That’s my girl,” Maria grinned and gave Liz a hug.
At a quarter to six, Liz made her way to the café. As the evening wore on and her nervousness faded, she began to enjoy herself. At the end of their date, Henri walked her home and gave her her very first kiss. As he walked away, Liz stood there mesmerized until finally Maria came down and pulled her inside the apartment.
That night as Liz finished recounting her first date in her journal; she snuggled into bed and dreamed of many more dates to come. However, she did not notice that her precious memento (Kyle’s picture) fell from between the pages of her journal onto the floor underneath her bed.
* * * *
….back in California…..
“Hi Cindy! Is my brother in his office,” Kyle asked Maxwell’s assistant.
“Yes, but he is in a very important meeting with some Japanese investors right now. It wouldn’t be wise to disturb him right no –”
“Thanks, Cindy!” Kyle cut her off. He opened the doors to Maxwell’s office and sure enough he was in a meeting. “Excuse me, gentlemen. Max, may I speak to you for a moment?”
“Mr. Sakamoto, Mr. Nakamura, Mr. Seto,” Maxwell bowed to each man. “Please read over our materials and if you have any more questions, I will be pleased to answer them,” he added shaking their hands.
As the last of the three businessmen left the office, Maxwell threw an icy glare at Kyle. “What is it now Kyle? It better be important for you to interrupt my meeting,” he said making his way over to his desk.
“Oh it is Max.” Kyle made his way over to the flip chart. “Wow! Is this the new development you’re planning…?” He asked absent-mindedly flipping through the renderings.
“Kyle!” Maxwell quipped interrupting Kyle’s irritating gesture. Sometimes his brother could just be so flighty. It was amazing how despite his capricious manner he could still manage to get A’s in school. “Your point?”
“Oh yes! My point!” He stopped his snooping and sat down on one of the leather chairs. “Well, I think Isabel is the one.”
“What do you mean she’s the one?” Maxwell asked not paying any heed to what Kyle was saying. “What the one to date, the one to fu –”
“No,” Kyle interrupted. “The one I’m going to marry.”
Maxwell stopped his paper shuffling. Did his brother just say that he wanted to marry Isabel? “Did you just say, what I think you said?” Kyle nodded his head and smiled. “Are you serious?” Maxwell asked. Again, Kyle nodded his head.
“Have you asked her yet?”
“No, but I’m thinking of doing it tonight after the party.”
“Well, good luck to you.”
Later that evening as Kyle drove to Isabel’s office, his stomach was up in knots. He didn’t know how he was going to pop the question.
“Kyle, darling! You’re early!” Isabel exclaimed looking up from her patient’s file.
“I’m sorry. I just missed you all day today,” Kyle said bending down to plant a kiss on her lips.
“Let me just finish up with this report and I’ll get dressed, okay,” she said rubbing her shoulder.
Kyle noticed her gestures and moved around behind her chair and began to knead the knots out of her shoulders.
“Kyle that feels so great,” Isabel breathed grateful for the massage. “Gosh, you should come by more often.”
“…how would you like to get a massage every night?”
“….that would be great Kyle,” Isabel mumbled as she closed her eyes savouring the massage.
“Well, then. You can have this and more if you’ll marry me.” Kyle blurted.
Isabel tensed. Turning around she asked, “what?”
“Isabel Montgomery…,” Kyle bent down on one knee and reached for his pocket, “…will you marry me?” He continued opening the box and producing an emerald-cut diamond ring.
At the site, Isabel gasped. Placing her hand over her mouth, her brown eyes began to tear up. “Yes! Yes Kyle Evans, I will marry you.” At that their lips crashed together in celebration.
When Isabel left the room to change, Kyle took the opportunity to call his brother.
“Hello, Maxwell Evans,” came Maxwell’s familiar professional tone.
“Max! It’s Kyle!”
“I did it!!” Kyle quipped excitedly.
“Did what?” Maxwell asked confused.
“I asked her to marry me!”
“Congratulations! Did she say yes?” Maxwell teased.
“Of course she said yes! No one can ever resist the Evans charm,” boasted Kyle. “I just thought you would like to be the first one to know, that’s all. I’ll talk to you later, Max. Bye.” With that Kyle hung up the phone as Isabel walked back into the room in her evening wear with her blonde hair in a cascade of curls around her shoulders.
After getting off the phone with Kyle, Maxwell dialed the number to his broker. “Jackson. This is Maxwell Evans. I want you to buy as many shares as you can in Montgomery Steel and Construction….why….because I have a feeling their stocks are about to hit a peak.” Maxwell smiled. Things seemed to be looking up. Not only was his younger brother getting married but he was about to unknowingly pave the way to one of Pacifica Development Corp.’s largest mergers.
|posted on 19-Nov-2002 12:46:44 PM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|posted on 5-Dec-2002 3:04:00 AM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|I was working on a new chapter and had 2 pages up but I had a momentary brain fart and saved over it! I lost my two pages! I'll try and work on it tomorrow.|
|posted on 23-Dec-2002 4:05:29 AM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|*shameless bump* |
|posted on 1-Jan-2003 3:43:31 PM by Lolita Behrbuns|
|Happy New Year everybody!! |
I must apologize for the drought of updates! It pretty dumb really. I know how the movie is but it seems that my muse will not cooperate. It's decided to go on strike! LoL! I will try to work on this in the next few weeks and hopefully will have an update to post. As a reader I know how much it sucks that suddenly your fav fic doesn't have any more updates.
On the good side of things, I have been updating "To Keep From Loving You." Maybe that's why I haven't updated this story. Hmmm.....I guess I'm pretty bad at multi-tasking. LoL!
Oh and I do have a new story I've been working on, but I will not post it until I have at least five chapters. It's going to be a short story though.
So, thank you for all your bumps and may all of you have a fabulous new year!!
|posted on 1-Feb-2003 2:14:25 PM by Lolita Behrbuns|