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Post by Sorelli on Dec 29, 2007 11:32:23 GMT -5
*Even though she wasn't a permanent resident of the opera house anymore, Sorelli decided to still maintain a room, if for nothing else than as a dressing room. It was close enough to the stage to serve that purpose, and it was a rather nice room with a large mirror on one wall zomg. She'd come in today to set it up the way she liked, dressed in regular blue jeans and a loose t-shirt as she bustled about. She didn't mind doing some work. As much as she loved the life of a rich woman, she'd had far too many idle hours that couldn't all be filled with dancing. She hummed as she worked, thinking of the upcoming opera. It would be good to dance onstage again *
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Post by Sorelli on Feb 26, 2008 14:59:49 GMT -5
**NEW DAY** *She sat very still at the vanity, staring blankly at the letter in her hand. It couldn't be. It was impossible. But there was no denying the evidence there, right in front of her--evidence of a secret shame that she had kept to herself all these years...ever since Philippe had left her, back in those days before she'd been married. A bit carelessly, she set the letter down on the table, and quietly turned away from the words on the page to softly cry. She felt that old fear, the fear that had come when she'd first learned of it. How, how in God's name could she tell her husband about this? Unnoticed, the letter landed face-up on the floor: * Dear Madamoiselle,
You do not know me, but I have been searching for you for a very long time. Some years ago, you brought to my mother a child that you made her swear to both care for and to never reveal who the parents were. Unfortunately, my mother has fallen ill and can no longer keep her promise to you. I cannot, myself, having several children of my own as well as now my mother to take care of.
Having heard of your good fortune, I thought it best the child go to live with its mother and share in the life that she has made. I know this is sudden, but please understand, I cannot care for the child and I know of no one else that I could entrust the care to. If you cannot care for it, I would be happy to bring the child to the father, if you would name him. Please answer back as quickly as possible.
Sincerely, Madamoiselle DeRouge
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Post by Philippe on Feb 26, 2008 16:59:29 GMT -5
((Let the Wangst begin.))
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Post by Sorelli on Feb 26, 2008 17:34:44 GMT -5
((Oh heck yes))
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 26, 2008 17:37:37 GMT -5
((*cries*))
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Post by Philippe on Feb 28, 2008 14:31:45 GMT -5
***********NEW DAY.**********
*Tired from the lengthy ride Philippe approached the door, still clad in his travelling clothes. He knocked, unsure what to expect.*
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Post by Sorelli on Feb 28, 2008 18:48:57 GMT -5
*Sorelli jumped at the knock, having been lost in past memories and her own emotions. She took a deep breath, marshaling her feelings and gathering herself together before standing up and opening the door.
There he was. Handsome as always, his looks tinged with tiredness. For a moment, she couldn't find her voice, and then quickly attempted to hide the brief pause*
"Thank god you've come. It...I..." She bit her lip. "I don't know where to start!" She finally blurted out.
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Post by Philippe on Feb 29, 2008 1:55:09 GMT -5
"I beginning I hear is always best."
*Philippe answered, his concern lessening when he realised she was intact of limb.That is was him she wrote to surprised him, when any concern should normally link to her husband. She needed money, he realised.*
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Post by Sorelli on Feb 29, 2008 8:57:28 GMT -5
*She took a deep breath. Now that he was here, she was feeling a bit of...well, stage fright*
"After we ended our relationship all those years ago...I...I discovered--"
*She bit back a sob that threatened. When she spoke again, it was in a low, almost fearful voice*
"I was pregnant...with your child."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 29, 2008 11:45:09 GMT -5
*It was as if all sound had left the room. Philippe froze, his face pale. She had been with child, he had not know. But if he had would he had stayed? He thought not, but this, after everything else...
He sank down into a chair.*
"What did you do?"
*His voice was quiet, though he could already feel some anger rising.*
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Post by Sorelli on Feb 29, 2008 13:40:59 GMT -5
*She started to wring her hands, realized what she was doing, and let them drop limply to her sides. It wouldn't do to get all worked up. Surely, Philippe would be reasonable*
"I...I didn't keep it. I couldn't--it would ruin me to have a child out of wedlock. And...I'd never find a husband at that rate."
*She started pacing*
"I gave it away. Someone was taking care of it, and..."
*She stopped, grabbed the letter from Madame DeRouge, and held it out to Philippe*
"Everything has changed."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 29, 2008 16:31:32 GMT -5
*Philippe gripped the letter. He had a child, a live child somewhere in the world. He did not ask why she had not contacted him. He knew why. Quickly he read the letter. Without looking up he asked.*
"Does your husband know?"
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Post by Sorelli on Feb 29, 2008 17:36:12 GMT -5
*She paled at the question, then slowly shook her head*
"He...doesn't, yet. He doesn't even know that...once..."
*She stared at Philippe for a moment, then looked down awkwardly. She knew this would be difficult. She simply had no idea just HOW difficult it would be.*
"I don't know what to do. I'm terrified."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 29, 2008 17:56:24 GMT -5
*Philippe was silent for many moments. Then a wistful smiled grew on his face.*
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
*He had thought he would never be a father, but he was. That was a fact, clear in the letter he held.*
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Post by Sorelli on Feb 29, 2008 18:37:09 GMT -5
*She gave him a hesitant smile*
"A boy. I wish I knew the name that he was given, but I at least know this much."
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