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Post by Sorelli on May 5, 2008 13:17:06 GMT -5
*She arrived that afternoon, a little after lunch. She was nervous, a bit on edge. What if she was run off the property? There was more than de Chagny in this house, after all, and it stood to reason that not all of them would approve of her. But she'd promised Philippe, and she would keep that promise.
She stood hesitantly in the foyer, taking off her riding gloves as she glanced about. The butler that let her in directed her to a divan, and she sat, somewhat on edge, as he left the room to inform Philippe of his guest*
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Post by Philippe on May 5, 2008 15:23:31 GMT -5
*Philippe heard of her arrival and called for his servants to fetch Rebecca. There was little point in pretense now. Besides he had promised himself that he would not leave problems. Once this was done he made his way to the foyer. It was still a harder journey than it should have been, he was grateful for the use of his cane, firmly insisted upon by both his aunt and wife.He could find his way around the estate now, so long as nothing was moved.*
"Mme Sorelli."
*He greeted, once he imagined she could see him. *
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Post by Sorelli on May 6, 2008 6:43:45 GMT -5
*She slowly got to her feet, feeling a pang at the sight of him. Even after coming to terms with his being beyond her reach, she still felt it.*
"Greetings, Monsieur de Chagny." She said quietly.
"I wasn't sure when I should come..."
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Post by Philippe on May 6, 2008 11:33:42 GMT -5
"Yes, I did not know."
*He fumbled for a chair and sank into it.*
"If you will forgive the wait, I have sent for my wife."
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Post by Sorelli on May 6, 2008 13:50:44 GMT -5
*She sat back down, feeling the first hints of dread. No, she'd never met Rebecca before, though she'd heard about her. Mostly the opinion seemed to be positive (Sorelli had heard of a scandal or two, but she put no credence in those. They were often falsified or more mundane matters blown out of proportion). Dread nonetheless. Rebecca was--is--the woman of Philippe's heart.*
"Oh, of course. My day is fairly clear of duties."
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Post by Philippe on May 6, 2008 15:05:45 GMT -5
((I find some irony in the fact that Rebecca is called, Rebecca.))
"Good. She returned to me, you see."
*Oblivious to her expression he smiled softly to himself.*
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Post by Sorelli on May 6, 2008 15:52:12 GMT -5
((Hehe))
"Yes."
*Somehow, she managed to keep her voice steady."
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Post by Philippe on May 6, 2008 16:10:44 GMT -5
"So now I am blissfully happy. Unfortunate perhaps, given the circumstances."
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Post by Rebecca on May 6, 2008 16:31:23 GMT -5
*Rebecca entered through a side-door, looking pale and a little frazzled with her concern over Philippe. Every "urgency" made her wonder if it was the moment she'd dreaded. She saw he was sitting up, however, and engaged in conversation with La Sorelli. Becca stopped abruptly, and even hung back uncertainly. Even now, she could not help but wonder...*
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Post by Sorelli on May 6, 2008 18:21:16 GMT -5
*It was a good thing Philippe couldn't see the almost empty look in Sorelli's eyes*
"I'm happy for you. You two should both be happy." She said sincerely.
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Post by Philippe on May 7, 2008 0:59:23 GMT -5
*Philippe heard footsteps approaching. He thought they were his wife's, his hearing had improved perhaps a little in his loss of sight.*
"Rebecca, is that you?"
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Post by Rebecca on May 7, 2008 1:30:53 GMT -5
*Becca bit her lip for a moment, then swallowed.*
"Yes," *she called out, taking three steps into the room but none further.*
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Post by Sorelli on May 7, 2008 6:29:48 GMT -5
*Sorelli respectfully got to her feet.*
"Greetings, Comtess."
*Of course, Rebecca was lovely. How could she not be? And...there was a something about her, something that said that she was a strong woman.
Sorelli nodded politely, not knowing what else to say. What do you say when you realize you're outclassed?*
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Post by Rebecca on May 7, 2008 9:30:57 GMT -5
"Madame...Sorelli..." *she murmured, her lips gone dry as her hands shook slightly, hidden by the folds of her skirt.* "How do you do?" *she said kindly, trying to smile at the woman who had held Philippe's heart long before she had met him. Suddenly she felt as though she were sixteen again, uncertain and shy.*
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Post by Philippe on May 7, 2008 10:59:22 GMT -5
*Philippe could imagine that this was unpleasant for both of them. Still, he did not know how to make it easier.*
"Sorelli has come about Jude, love."
*He stated, honestly perhaps being the best policy.*
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