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Post by Rose on Oct 9, 2006 12:02:03 GMT -5
"No I do not!" Marianne cried, leaping up from the bench and letting her anger get the better of her. "It's none of your affair anyway!"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 9, 2006 12:19:28 GMT -5
"Very well," *said Madame Giry coldly, rising to go.* "I wish you and the Vicomte all possible happiness, Madame. Good day to you." *She turned and started off down a path which led back to the Opera.*
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Post by Rose on Oct 9, 2006 13:04:23 GMT -5
Marianne stared after her, horror rising at the thought of her harsh words. She sank back down onto the bench and buried her face in the dog's neck to hide her tears.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 9, 2006 13:07:45 GMT -5
((Well what do you expect her to do?))
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Post by Irene on Oct 9, 2006 13:16:08 GMT -5
((Poor Marianne. I almost want to comfort her, but I have a feeling Irene isn't in a very comforting mood.))
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Post by Rose on Oct 9, 2006 13:22:10 GMT -5
((Eh, Madame Giry doesn't have to do anything. Marianne's just wangsting - it's not like she does it often, but when she does, it's in a big way!))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 9, 2006 13:25:25 GMT -5
((Okay--I was just trying to give her an out where she could try and get back into the corps de ballet.))
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Post by Rose on Oct 9, 2006 13:27:51 GMT -5
((Come on, she just aborted her kid to get back into the corps de ballet!))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 9, 2006 13:37:17 GMT -5
((And she needs to let Mme. Giry know. Although it won't really help her case--she's still married. How ambitious is she?))
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Post by Rose on Oct 9, 2006 13:38:35 GMT -5
((I thought Madame would've heard it through the grapevine... after all, I'm not really expecting Doctor Mac to keep his mouth shut! ))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 9, 2006 18:39:02 GMT -5
((Maybe she will, if someone bothers to start gossiping!))
*Mme. Giry continued along the path back to the Opera.* That girl is distraught over something... *she thought with a frown.*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 10, 2006 13:30:38 GMT -5
*re-enters later and sits to go over the flowers she's chosen for her wedding.* "My bouquet..." *she muttered, looking at the illustration from the florist of how the arrangement would look.* "And attendants carrying a single cala lily each, I suppose...if I have attendants." *Truly, she thought all the fuss and expense a bit much for a woman her age, and her second marriage at that. But Percy was adamant that she be as extravagant as possible, which--when bound by her natural tendancy towards simplicity and thriftiness--was still nowhere near extravagant enough for the wife-to-be of the richest man in England. Vianne had had no idea of the extent of Percy's wealth until very recently when he'd acquainted her with the notion. She had known before only Gerard's modest wealth for a short time; then poverty; and anything beyond solvency was deemed as vast riches in her eyes, despite any discrepancy between any two points on that scale. She found herself almost unable to believe Percy to be as rich as he'd claimed, thinking no human ought to have those kinds of resources available. She'd assumed the League operated under a co-operative of wealth from several gentlemen and ample funding from the Prince of Wales; and now she was shocked to discover that for the most part it was all Percy's. As it was, she tried, rather unsuccessfully, to ignore the general demands such possession pressed upon her conscience; to her credit, she thought only of her joy in loving Percy in the time leading up to her nuptials, and not of his plump pocket-book. With a sigh, she put away the cards and picked up the basket she had with her, and went about the garden, snipping the colourful blooms to place in vases around the Opera, enjoying the fine day and delicious scents of the blossoms.*
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Post by Sir Percy on Oct 10, 2006 13:36:59 GMT -5
((Holy crap. She really is picking flowers. That's adorable. At least she's getting it though: Percy=BLOODY RICH))
Percy found his beloved picking flowers, a gentle look of contentment on her beautiful face. Moving to where she could see him, he watched silently for a few moments.
"Is this your bouquet, m'dear?" he asked, gesturing to the cards the florist had given her.
"It's beautiful."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 10, 2006 13:40:14 GMT -5
((And Giry=BLOODY POOR MOST OF HER LIFE is having a hard time reconciling it all in her mind.))
*Vianne glanced at the cards and smiled.* "Perhaps. I've not made a decision quite yet...although that one is my favourite." *She caught herself before she slipped into an uncharacteristic babble of excitement over the beautiful things.* "But surely a gentleman has no desire to discuss such silly things as flowers..." *she said with a grin.*
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Post by Sir Percy on Oct 10, 2006 13:43:12 GMT -5
((She'll get there. Wait til he gives her lots of jewlery.))
Percy smiled and took her hand.
"Indeed, my love, I will discuss flowers and frocks and jewels and ballet shoes and houses and keys with you, if it makes you smile as you are doing now," he said, gently kissing her hand.
((We are a sappy, sappy couple.))
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