Aug 17, 2002 12:57 PM
Hugo returns home, rather shaken from
the day's events, to say the least. He unlocks the door with a
hand he can't quite keep steady, and looks around the house for
Stella, not sure if she's home.
Aug 19, 2002 07:36 AM
Stella is sitting next to the fireplace
with photos and newspaper clippings around her.
She looks up at Hugo.
"I need to tell you something darling..."
Most of the photos are of her.
Aug 19, 2002 10:28 AM
Hugo sits next to her, absently picking
up one of the photographs and looking at it. "What is it?"
Aug 19, 2002 06:26 PM
The photo, is of her in a costume, and like most of them, is of modeling, and some vulgar poeses.
"Well, darling, I guess I should begin from the beginning.."
Stella told her story, of how her brother's
father died, and her mother remarry her father. By that time her
brothers were old enought to move out. So it was only him and
her mother. Her father, fired all the maids and burtlers.
But soon afterwords thats when he became abusive.
When she was old enough she left for New York, getting any job she could get and finishing college. But her father did not like this, by this time she had made the deal with Davis because her father had stolen her heir from her mother. She then found Alex. (her family leaves in New Jersey.) One day she recived a note that her mother was ill, so she went to visit, she did not bring Alex. But Alex followed her anyway.
Thats when he saved her life from her father.
Stella looked at the photos. her green
"Do you hate them? I think I look pretty."
Her tone was low.
Aug 19, 2002 10:25 PM
Hugo drops the photograph. "Oh, Stella," he murmurs, slouching down, his hands shaking. He is clearly having trouble controlling his thoughts as he speaks. "I...I love you, no matter what you've done....I'm...I'm proud of you for escaping your father...and you're so beautiful, and always will be...but I have no prurient interests, so I can't...I mustn't look at these..." He looks up at Stella for a moment, somehow looking a bit hurt, then looks into the fire, his face pale. "These will resurface elsewhere," he whispers. "They'll be used against us. There's already talk about Michelle; Mistress Madison's help has spread rumors, and now every family knows." He looks down. "No good family will marry her now," he says quietly. "And of course they're still talking about our own swift marriage. The McHenrys are the talk of the town, and no one respects us. I don't know how long we can keep up like this..."
Aug 20, 2002 07:07 AM
Her eyes narrowed. She picked up the pictures and throws them into a brown box.
"Well I don't care about social status, and Michelle would be better off marring Alex in the future, and Mrs. Madison can just...just deal with it!"
Stella was about to throw the pictures in the fire, and stopped, she wanted them, she wanted to remeber how far she has come in life.
"And you need to stop worry about such stupid things! It will be okay, not matter what. She can take everthing away from us, our proud, our name, but we still have each other! Isn't that good enough for you?"
She started towards the stairs.
Aug 20, 2002 10:22 AM
Hugo grabs Stella's hand. "Darling! Even if...even if we were driven out onto the street, I'd still be glad I married you!" That takes a lot of effort for him to say, but his eyes are sincere. "But...if this loss of our reputation were to trigger a decrease in our net worth...I doubt either of would be very happy then." He looks down. "I don't have a sense of humor or a dashing appearance like Alex--very little to offer any woman, aside from wealth and constancy, and, formerly, my name. And my adoration, of course, but you could find a thousand men who would love you, though I fancy not *quite* as deeply as I do...."
Aug 21, 2002 07:35 AM
Stella gazed in his eyes. Her face looked
calm, a smile grew.
"Heh, Hugo, are you affraid that I don't love you?
you think I'm still in love with Alex don't you?"
she shoock her head and hugged him.
"Alex is like a brother, and always will be, but your, your my husband, unbreakable."
She gave him a kiss.
"Here Hugo, you are now the keeper of these photos, whatever you do with them is up to you."
she handed him the pics and swifty walked
to the side of the coauch.
"Why don't we go out tonight, like dancing."
Aug 21, 2002 10:42 AM
"Stella," Hugo says, smiling a bit. He pauses, then shakes his head. "If you give me the photographs, I'll destroy them. I've no fear of them falling into the wrong hands--I only worry about the ones that dirty old men may have stashed away; those might come back to haunt us." He shakes his head again. "At any rate, I've no need of these, since I have the model herself right here..."
He walks over to her. "You know
me well enough to know a horse's dancing would put mine to shame."
He pauses. "About Alex...I fear I'll always be in his debt...he
rescued you. Twice."
Aug 21, 2002 01:30 PM
Stella looked at a window, not really
"why did Michelle call you over today?"
Aug 21, 2002 01:55 PM
Hugo pauses. "It wasn't even Michelle who called; it was Alex. They...you know about Michelle's ability, right?"
Aug 21, 2002 02:35 PM
Stella's eyes widen.
"What do you mean ability?"
Aug 21, 2002 02:53 PM
Hugo looks down, his voice soft, and
a little bitter. "She's a freak."
Aug 21, 2002 03:04 PM
STella covered her mouth, for she did
not know that she had a different father than Hugo.
"But how can that be?!"
Aug 21, 2002 03:16 PM
Hugo looks down. "It happens sometimes,
the scientists say, even in people whose immediate family aren't
freaks. But in Michelle's case, it came from her father."
Aug 21, 2002 03:29 PM
stella looks confused.
Aug 21, 2002 03:39 PM
Hugo looks at her for a moment, then
laughs bitterly. "Everyone in New York has heard except my
own wife? Mother knew another man in Europe, and he fathered Michelle.
I despise both Mother *and* her lover for what they did."
More subdued, he says, "But I suppose I shouldn't; if they
hadn't, I'd likely have no sister at all..."
Aug 21, 2002 07:45 PM
"I like your sister, even if something like that did happen." She paused. "and accoures I haven't heard the lastest gossip, I've been back and forth moving."
She stands up, and grabs his hands.
"Why don't I teach you some dance moves.."Lefts an eyebrow. "It will be fun!"
Aug 21, 2002 08:41 PM
Hugo gets dragged off of the couch. "Oh, darling, I told you, I can't dance. I'll look a fool..."
Aug 22, 2002 10:04 AM
"Then your my fool, and you never look like a fool to me!"
She kissed him on his lips and swinged him to the radio, turning it on.
"See, your looking good to me."
Aug 22, 2002 10:30 AM
Hugo really has no interest in learning
to dance, but to humor his wife, he goes through the motions.
He steps on her feet at least once. "I'm sorry. I *told*
you I'm no good at this."
Aug 22, 2002 11:01 AM
Stella stood there laughing at him.
"Yes yes, you did Tell me, and I guess your right!"
She laughed some more, then turns off the radio.
"But I still love you."
Aug 22, 2002 11:10 AM
"I love you too, Stella, even if the whole world thinks I'm mad for it."
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