"What would happen now in the dim, incalculable hours? Perhaps some unbelievable guest would arrive, a person infinitely rare and to be marvelled at, some authentically radiant girl who with one fresh glance at Gatsby, one moment of magical encounter, would blot out those five years of unwavering devotion" Nick Carraway. The Great Gatsby.

Okay so The Great Gatsby is one of my favorite books ever and I just loved the movie! I was a little obsessed so this is an idea that came to me the first time I read the book and well, basically because I ended hating Daisy. So Nick's wish is coming true and Gatsby meets another girl but it's not first sigh love as with Daisy, still she will change everything.

The character of Genevieve is basically Audrey Hepburn and the others are like in the new Gatsby movie, but you're free to imagine whatever you want. I hope you like this, I poured my heart into it.

Chapter 1

A twist in fate

I've seen the world,

done it all,

had my cake now...

Diamonds, brilliant,

and Bel-air now...

...

That night was the first Nick Caraway assisted to a party of his neighbor, Gatsby. He arrived curious, impressed and a little marvelled at the party developing there. The twisting, the jumping, the dancing, the laughs, the toasts, the cheers, the jazz music, bouncing from one side of the room to the other, the champagne, scotch and whisky flowing as there wasn't any prohibition, the silk mixing with chiffon and the beads with the sequins, the pearls with the diamonds...

He arrived asking about the host, but he only heard rumors about him. He was a bootlegger... no, he was a German spy... no, he was an Oxford man... What it was true? What it wasn't? What it was fantasy? What it was real?

He found Jordan Baker in the party and she wanted to discover Gatsby too, and they did. Well, rather he discovered them. He presented, in the peak of his party, apologizing for haven't presented himself before. He took a glass of champagne and lifted as toasting with Nick.

"I'm Gatsby" he told Nick but a call from Chicago dragged Gatsby away from him and Jordan. He apologized with them and assured Nick that he could ask for whatever he wanted, that he would kept his servant attending his needs and then Gatsby followed reluctantly his butler to his private study.

That night a girl appeared on the door, of course she was one of many, except to Gatsby. She was someone who was going to change his life forever and no, she wasn't Daisy Buchanan.

Nick didn't see her of course nor Jordan, and nobody paid her more than two seconds of attention, enough to deduce three things of her: she was someone with plenty old money, someone with plenty class and someone in a hurry.

Genevieve Heartley was a very, very slender girl, had long brown locks of hair, -she had refused to cut them off as the fashion of the time required, big brown doe eyes, pouty lips and a really long and thin neck. She was wearing a white shiny beaded dress, black lace gloves and a web veil with roses, and she was clutching her furry coat and her silk clutch for dear life. She hurried downstairs and mixed with the other guests who were dancing, and drinking and passing out. She twisted her neck a couple of times, looking nervous at the door until she reached a new stairs this time going up. She climbed them quickly but keeping her from running, after all she was raised as a lady.

She crossed the railed upstairs corridor full of partying guests and entered for one random door. At the same time, on the other side of the room, a man had appeared on the door and his gaze followed all her movements.

He was Clyde Woolf; a strong man, heir of several metal-producer companies, looking for her runaway fiancée. He followed her quickly, jumping to the crowd.

Clyde was a man who enjoyed a good scotch, a good brand of cuban cigars, a good match of rugby, a good-looking girl with a closed mouth, but above all things, he liked to win and get what the others find impossible to, that meant he was going to marry Genevieve Heartley even if she liked as if she not.

Genevieve jumped startled in the library she was sitting when she heard one door opening sharply outside and some quick footsteps. She knew he had found her.

Trembling she went to the upper part of the library, opened one of the doors hidden between bookshelves and came out to an empty corridor. She closed the door as quickly and silently as she could and then hurried to another random door and found herself in a drawing-room. She kept running, opening doors and closing them softly behind her, entering rooms, little living rooms, studies, and climbing stairs... but the footsteps kept following her.

Desperate, with her heart pounding in her chest and almost crying, she twisted her head trying to find some exit to that enormous and labyrinthine house... She found herself opening another door with a ladder going down and a single door at the end.

She opened the door and entered in a studio, closing the door behind her. That room wasn't occupied by drunken guests or servants making hor d' oeuvres or refilling flutes, but Gatsby himself. He was holding the phone against his ear and looking at her surprised and puzzled.

The girl blushed knowing that she was interrupting something and that wasn't correct to burst into a private room and less when you weren't in your own house. She held tighter her clutch and looked away as Gatsby finished his call.

"...yes...no, just do it... I'm calling you later to confirm, old sport" and with that he placed the phone back, staring at the strange girl. When she heard him finishing his call she looked up and their eyes met. His were blue and deep, and, she couldn't explain it, but it were like those eyes had seen unimaginable things that hardly any human had experience. He, however, couldn't see hers, because of that veil hidden her gaze very well.

Gatsby opened his mouth to ask the obvious, who was her and what was she doing there, when some loud noises sounded outside and she hushed him with pleading eyes. That was when he noticed, despite the veil she was wearing, that she was crying.

He frowned but hadn't time to ask her about this because the door slammed open, startling both and the girl ran, placing herself behind his desk, throwing her clutch in the process.

A man stomped inside and glared at the girl who glared back at him, taking a poker from Gatsby's fireplace and holding it in front of her as a weapon.

"Leave me alone, Clyde!" Genevieve cried, her hands trembling but she didn't put down the poker.

"Ah... so you're finally tired of this stupid hide and seek game around this damn house?" the man smirked at her defenseless looking. Gatsby stared at both between amazed, puzzled and afraid for the girl. It was obvious she would do anything to not leave with Clyde, and that he would do anything to leave with her. Gatsby wasn't sure but he was afraid that the bulky man would win against her even with the poker.

"Just go!" she cried, furious and scared. And that did it, her powerless voice made Gatsby flinched. He wanted that man to leave his house right now and alone.

"Don't be stupid Ginny, let's go" the man bellowed, startling the girl but she didn't move.

"I'm not going anywhere and less with you! Ever! Just leave!" the girl stepped back, lifting her clenched chin.

"You know I'm not leaving without you! Even if I have to carry you or drag you!" and she didn't move but Gatsby was certain that Clyde would kept his word... even if I have to drag you...

"I'm telling you, let's go, you stupid bitch!" the man roared and the girl glared at him with hate. Gatsby, on the other hand, had had enough. He didn't know the girl or the man but he was sure than no man had right to talk to a woman like that, ever.

"Tha lady already said that you should leave, old sport" Gatsby intervened, burying his hands on his pants pockets, coolly.

Clyde turned to Gatsby livid and glared at him. Genevieve looked at him too, surprised. Clyde licked his lips and looked at Gatsby as he were a little roach that he would love to stop on.

"I don't know who the hell you're thinking you are" Clyde yelled at Gatsby, "but she's my fiancée and I have every right to talk to her as I please!"

"No, you don't have any right. She's your fiancée not you're slave" Gatsby smiled at him without happiness and pressed a button on his table, next to the phone.

"Security will escort you out, old sport" Gatsby responded and the man lost his little temper. He shoved Gatsby, taking him guarded off and he stumbled and felt against the table, knocking off the phone and a lamp. Clyde then strode to Genevieve who jumped startled and tried to hit him with the poker but he catched it, holding it tighter than her and knocked her down with a slap.

The girl felt to the floor crying out from pain and the abusive man grabbed her by her hair but something suddenly pushed him away, making lost his balance and Clyde felt to the floor.

Gatsby glowered at him, as furious as Clyde. That slap he had given the girl was the last straw.

Before Clyde could stand up and hit Gatsby several men in black appeared and held back the man.

"Take him outside and assure that he won't enter here again" Gatsby ordered coolly and glared at Clyde. The man roared as he fought against the men in vain, whom took him outside, closing the door behind them as they could.

Gatsby then turned to the girl lying on the floor. She was holding firmly her cheek but looked at the door with relief. She startled when Gatsby knelt beside her. The fury and coldness she had seen before in him was gone.

He noticed her trembling and cursed that man.

"Hey, easy. You're safe now" he assured her kindly, and she sobbed nodding slowly. She swallowed trying to regain some control in her, she usually didn't cry in public, in fact, she hated it.

Gatsby place his finger beneath her chin and lifted her face slowly and with the other hand lifted up her veil. Despite her blurry eyeliner, black tears and the bruise forming on her cheek, she was really beautiful, Gatsby noticed. She looked so scared, as if in the moment he stepped back she would run away, and he couldn't blame her.

"What's your name?" Gatsby asked kindly. He had heard Clyde calling her Ginny, but he wanted to hear it from her. Genevieve looked up at him, searching in his eyes for some kind of reassurment. She swallowed and stopped sobbing.

"I'm Genevieve... Heartley" she responded trying to hold back the urge of crying again. She had to be tougher than that.

"I'm James Gatsby" He responded with a smile and just a fraction of second later he realized what he had said with horror. He had used his... former name. The girl frowned lightly but say anything about his slip.

"So you're Gatsby..." she commented vaguely as she wiped off her black tears, she looked catatonic. Then she tried to stood up and Gatsby quickly helped her. She stumbled a little but he wrapped his arm firmly around her shoulders and took her to his arm-chair behind his desk. She looked utterly pale and scared, as she would faint in any moment.

"I'm going to ask for ice and maybe some tea...?" Gatsby suggested looking at her worried and when he turned to leave she spoke:

"Coffee..."

Gatsby turned frowning strangely.

"I'm sorry-?"

"Coffee, I rather prefer coffee... please" she responded, looking away to his fireplace and the cheerful flames in it.

He smiled lightly and nodded. She wasn't that scared then, it was a relief.

"Coffee it is" he responded and left the study.

He found a servant almost immediately and asked him for a tray with ice, a cloth, coffee, sugar, cream and some pastries, the best pastries. He returned to the party and requested some famous song that was very popular in New York City. He looked around a couple of times but didn't find what he was looking for.

Then he returned to his study with the servant who was carrying the tray with all the items requested. Gatsby opened the door and let the servant entered first to place the tray on a table before excused himself out.

Gatsby then turned to Genevieve.

She had taken off her coat, her veil and her gloves -which were resting now over his desk with her clutch-, and had turned the leather arm-chair to the left so the fireplace were on her left side. The yellow light made her ivory skin looked as tanned as his, made her dress shine and made her hair looked auburn in some parts and ebony black in others... but it made darker the bruise in her cheek too and Gatsby clenched his teeth at the sight of it.

The girl opened her eyes lazily and turned her head to look at Gatsby, she had wiped the eyeliner off her cheeks, and frowned a little at him.

"What's the matter?" she asked softly and puzzled; she had noticed the angry look in his eyes. Gatsby shook his head and walked to the tray. He placed some ice in the cloth and wrapped it around the cold stones. Then he turned and returned to Genevieve's side pressing softly the ice against her cheek.

She flinched but didn't moved her head and closed her eyes. A few seconds passed and they stayed like that, the girl breathing softly with her eyes closed and the man looking at her, mesmerized, noticing tiny detains in her face as her long curly eyelashes, or a some tiny freckles on her cheeks, and the pout on her lips as she were throwing a tantrum. He noticed the long of her hair, too. Just a few girl used the hair as long as her now, it was not stylish according to Vogue.

Genevieve finally opened her eyes and smirked kindly at him.

"You really are a wonderful host, Mr. Gatsby" the girl commented ironically and he chuckled. She was not trying to mock of him, it was just a playful comment.

"Well, that's something I'm not used to hear" he responded as playful as her, pressing the cloth in another part of her bruised cheek. She hissed but kept her smile.

"Surely it's not true. Everybody it's always saying this: that you're a wonderful host, with wonderful parties" she sighed closing her eyes again.

"Well... it's nice to hear that they appreciate my parties" Gatsby stood up, and returned to the tray placing the wet cloth away. Then turned to look at Genevieve over his shoulder.

"How would like your coffee, Miss Heartley?"

Genevieve smiled as he had told her a very funny joke.

"You can call me, Gen" she replied and he realized that even when it sounded like a polite request, indeed was a polite command.

"Gen?" he smiled and he remembered once again how her fiancé had called her Ginny. Genevieve seemed to read his mind because she smiled and sighed.

"As you could see, my fiancé is specialist in be an annoyance or make angry the people around him" she commented easily but pursing her lips. "So he calls me Ginny, because he knows it's a name that I cannot stand"

Gatsby didn't ask her why she didn't like that name but instead smiled and nodded.

"All right... in that case... how would like your coffee... Gen?" he asked politely again.

"One splash of cream, two sugar cubes, please" the girl answered and stared at Gatsby as he prepared the beverage. Once he finished, he turned and gave her the delicate cup, fill of creamy coffee and placed a plate of pastries next to her in the desk.

The girl took a sip of the hot drink and noticed another three cups on the tray and the fact that he was standing in the middle of the room, staring at her as a doctor watched his patient drinks some medicine. Genevieve smiled and placed the cup down.

"Mr. Gatsby, why don't you served yourself coffee and joined me instead of watching me?" the girl asked him politely but in the same playful voice and took a pink macaron from the plate, looking at him amused.

Gatsby blushed a little because he realized he had looked odd and quickly and a little clumsy poured himself a cup of coffee, his with just one cube of sugar, and pulled a chair to sit in front of Genevieve who smiled pleased.

Gatsby sipped a bit of coffee and observed the girl curiously. There was something in her personality that attracted as a magnet. She was a perfect lady and at the same time, she wasn't.

"If it's not impertinent... how you two ended... you know, why you start fighting?" Gatsby asked her between sips of coffee. "It was something about the party or...?"

Genevieve swallowed her macaron and wiped her mouth with a napkin before answer.

"We didn't start to fight at the party... In fact, I ran away from home" she answered simply and took another sip. When she noticed Gatsby confused look she placed down her cup.

"My mother is the kind of person who wants to decide everything, all the time, you know" the girl started to explain as he was an old friend and not just barely an acquaintance. "She had always decided everything for me: my school, my clothes, my whereabouts, my friends..." she sighed and took another macaron but just stare at its cheer color pink. "Then Clyde came. He was charming and thoughtful... well, all the men are charming and thoughtful at first... but I was in love with somebody else... But... he was... somebody else caught his eye, and he married her... That day I decided I would never love any other man... I even considered became a nun, but honestly, can you imagine me as a nun? Of course not" she laughed cheerfully and lightly as it was a curious fairytale what was she saying and not her own unfortunate story.

"So I rejected Clyde and he didn't like it, but my mom accepted his proposal for me, as she always did. I let it happen, I just kept ignoring Clyde and his frustration but, I don't know, it grew and grew and the charming man became that abusive beast you saw earlier and I understood I had to run away but I didn't know where... well, of course I knew where..." the girl looked up and smiled at Gatsby.

"I live in New York City, in one of those beautiful and big buildings. My dad builds them, he says that the real state is the future of New York and in that city your parties are legendaries, Jay. Can I call you Jay? Well, your parties are in the mouth of everyone and for a girl who lived in a cage, your parties were like Wonderland"

Gatsby didn't know what to say, he was thinking about the real purpose of the parties. He threw them with the hope of Daisy showing up one day, but for this girl, these parties were an escape to her world.

"So you just ran away?" Gatsby asked, frowning. "Did you bring luggage or anything?"

Genevieve sighed.

"Well, of course I had my luggage, but Clyde was chasing me and I forgot them in the taxi... all my clothes and money was there" she replied pouting and leaning back.

"You have somewhere to stay?" Jay insisted, guessing her answer.

"Well... I was going to take a train but without money... well, I will have to call a friend to pick me up or..."

"You could stay here" Gatsby said and Genevieve turned to him.

"What?"

"This house is too big" Gatsby shrugged. "You could stay a couple of days until you can get the money you need or figure out what to do. You will be safe because that man would not enter in here"

Genevieve looked at him, frowning lightly as if were the first time she had seen him. She thought about it; the voice of he mother in her head forbid her staying there because it was highly inappropriate... that was why she accepted.

Well this is one the longest first chapter I've ever write. So if you liked, if you not, please review and let me know what you think, and thank you again guys for reading my works.