The tinkle of the bell that hung from the door alerted her of a customer.
She turned from where she was to stare at the new arrival. It was Cecil
Tobley, one of the regulars and her best friends. He was carrying an arm
full of used book for the store's used book drive, the profits of which
would be going to the orphanage down the street.
"Hello, Michelle" he said and tried to wave but ended up, just dropping all the books on the floor.
"Oh, Cecil" Satine said dropping down to help the bumbling lawyer pick up his things. His was a pale man, but not so much that he was sickly. Although he was a man of thirty six, he had the look of a young boy. He was about 6' 2", had black hair that would shine in the afternoon light and golden horn-rimmed glasses that would often fall off his nose.
"Sorry about that Michelle, you know me always falling and dropping things." He said after he had finally gathered all the books.
"Here put the books here," Satine said grabbing a couple and putting them in a pile with the rest of the books.
"Thanks" Cecil said placing the books down and then tripping over the edge of a chair. "Whoa!" Satine caught him just in time and set him upright.
"There yeah go," Satine said
"Thanks, Michelle I don't know what I would do without you" Cecil said and pushed his glasses back up.
"No problem, Cecil," Satin said with a smile
"It's just that I wanted to ask you something and I wasn't sure how you would take it" Cecil said his head now pointed to his polished shoes.
"You can ask me anything Cecil, you know that" she said sitting down in one of the reading chairs as Cecil sat across from her.
"Well it's just that. I've known you for a long time. as you know I hold you in the highest. um respect and well uh." Cecil was nervously running his hands through his dark hair and he was sweating profusely.
"Is everything alright?" Satine asked concerned.
"Yes fine, that is . um.uh. Well thing is . I was wondering if uh. well would you like to. What I mean to say is.uh... of course if you say no that is okay to. I mean I wouldn't expect you to . well, would you like to" Cecil said and was cut off quickly by the yells of her five year old daughter.
"MAMA!!! MAMA!!!!" she screeched jumping up into her mother's arms.
"Honey, I was having a very important discussion with Cecil, do you mind?" she said as the girl slid to sit in her lap, the girl faced Cecil with a grin.
"Hello, Cecil, did you see the trees this morning? The flowers are just starting to bloom" The girl was smiling without a care.
"Yes, very lovely" Cecil said calming down a bit.
"I saw the first bird of spring today it was dobyn" she said her grin widening to show her small teeth like little square pearls.
"Excuse me?" Cecil asked raising an eyebrow in confusion and Satine noted how cute he looked like that.
"It was robin, not dobyn" Satine said patting her daughters head "Is there a reason you came down, or did you just want to annoy us?"
"Yes Auntie Claire said that if you don't finish up with sorting the new books she would have to hang you by your feet," the girl said
"Well go upstairs and tell Claire that I will be done with them when I am done with them" Satine said and dropped the child to her feet and pointed to the stairs "Go my petite and let us finish the conversation"
"Yes mama" she said then was off in an instant
"So what were you going to ask?" Satine said turning to the nervous raven haired man before her.
"Um . yes . well Ididn't think it would be this hard" Cecil wiped his head with an embroidered handkerchief from his coat pocket.
"Do need help on one of your cases?" Satine asked trying to guess at the question
"No, no, nothing like that, always know I can get your help with that" he said and tried to pull off a weak smile, Satine smiled back "I was wondering, only if you want to that is. um . would you . marry me?" His deep green eyes left from there position on his hands to her pale face, which was filled complete surprise, her mouth agape. "I have a ring" he said and then began to fumble in his pockets until he produced a dark blue, velvet box.
"Oh, Cecil" Satine began but stopped. Did she want to marry him? She knew Christian wouldn't want her and wondered if he ever did. Would she tell Cecil of her old life if they got married? No getting out of marriage, he'd be stuck with her like it or not. The silence between them lengthened and Satine still had no answer to his question. Cecil cleared his throat. Satine closed her eyes and sunk further into the plush red chair underneath her. She opened them to see a nervous Cecil playing with his hands and whistling a light tune. He was so cute like that.
"Cecil the thing is," his attention turned from his tune instantly to her "I don't know if I can get married again" she didn't know if this made any sense.
"Oh, well, okay, you just think about it" he said placing the velvet box on the mahogany coffee table in front of her. "And I'll just go then" He got up and headed for the exit, it pained Satine to see him like this. Why was her only job in life to hurt the men she loved?
"Cecil," she said and he turned to face her "I love you, even if it isn't the way you want it, I do"
"Yes, well, just think it over and I'll uh talk to you tomorrow:" he said with a half nod as he shut the door.
"Good bye" she said to the door as it shut behind him.
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Christian shifted silently in the stiff chair that he sat in. He was meeting with producers of his show. What did a producer do one might ask? Well they tell the writer what his vision is, whilst talking about the aforementioned writer in the third person.
"As I was telling Christian earlier, we simply must have Jacob Crenchley for the part of Christopher" these words were spoken by a potbellied man by the name of Robert Eastley who in Christian's opinion was quite dumb despite his prestige.
"No, no, no" said Anna Temmer a short with long black hair and dark eyes. "Christian isn't going to want Crenchley he wants someone with pizzazz, chutzpah, he wants to have Samuel Johnson as Christopher"
Christian put his head in his hands. Why did he have to deal with idiots? Why? Why couldn't have intelligent people who understood his vision, not dim-witted Londoners who had no idea what the words "Bohemian play" meant.
"What do you think Christian?" Anna asked him, finally acknowledging his presences. I think you're a bunch of damn morons, that's what I think was what he wanted to yell. But instead he sighed and lifted his head from his hands and looked at the producers.
"I think we should put an advertisement in the paper and see if there is any new talent. Because I have yet to see a woman or man that fits the parts of these characters." Christian said very calmly.
"Fine we will put a small ad in the paper tomorrow" said Robert rather grudgingly "A small one mind you"
"Lovely" Christian said with a forced smile
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Satine sat on the couch staring at the two items before her on the polished oak desk. The sun brushed the desk whilst she stared at them, head in hands. On the one hand was the velvet box which held the gorgeous ring given to her in engagement by her one and only true friend and the other was the stack of bills to be paid. She wasn't an idiot, she knew that Claire was in the hole big time and having two extra mouths to feed didn't help.
Cecil would be a wonderful choice for a husband. He was rich, dedicated, predictable, lovable, sweet, generous, and everything else one would want. If she married him she could send Christine to finishing school, help Claire with her debts and everything she could need would be hers. But she didn't love him, but then again did that matter anymore? She couldn't have Christian now or ever. Sometimes at night she would sit in bed and wonder what could have been. Would Christian still have loved her all the years? Did her ever love her or had it just been a young man's fancy? How could anyone love someone as disgusting as herself? A ding woke Satine from her self destructed thoughts as she looked up to see Cecil walk in his glasses on the bridge of his nose threatening to fall at a moments notice.
"Hello, Satine lovely day isn't it?" Cecil said pushing his glasses higher up his nose just to have them fall back down to their former position.
"Yes" Satine said staring the boyish man in the eye
"Trees all in bloom, and such" Cecil said pointing to a tree outside the window.
"No, not to that, Yes, I'll marry you" Satine said feeling all hope ebb from pale skin.
"You.You will?" Cecil said his demeanor changing rapidly "Oh, wonderful I must go tell my mum! I'll talk to you later Satine!" He then dashed from the building leaving a very grief stricken Satine in his tracks.
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WOW!!! It has been so long since I put something up but my compy was down. OH well review oh and if you were wondering the song in chappy 3 was Arms Wide Open by Creed. BYE!!
"Hello, Michelle" he said and tried to wave but ended up, just dropping all the books on the floor.
"Oh, Cecil" Satine said dropping down to help the bumbling lawyer pick up his things. His was a pale man, but not so much that he was sickly. Although he was a man of thirty six, he had the look of a young boy. He was about 6' 2", had black hair that would shine in the afternoon light and golden horn-rimmed glasses that would often fall off his nose.
"Sorry about that Michelle, you know me always falling and dropping things." He said after he had finally gathered all the books.
"Here put the books here," Satine said grabbing a couple and putting them in a pile with the rest of the books.
"Thanks" Cecil said placing the books down and then tripping over the edge of a chair. "Whoa!" Satine caught him just in time and set him upright.
"There yeah go," Satine said
"Thanks, Michelle I don't know what I would do without you" Cecil said and pushed his glasses back up.
"No problem, Cecil," Satin said with a smile
"It's just that I wanted to ask you something and I wasn't sure how you would take it" Cecil said his head now pointed to his polished shoes.
"You can ask me anything Cecil, you know that" she said sitting down in one of the reading chairs as Cecil sat across from her.
"Well it's just that. I've known you for a long time. as you know I hold you in the highest. um respect and well uh." Cecil was nervously running his hands through his dark hair and he was sweating profusely.
"Is everything alright?" Satine asked concerned.
"Yes fine, that is . um.uh. Well thing is . I was wondering if uh. well would you like to. What I mean to say is.uh... of course if you say no that is okay to. I mean I wouldn't expect you to . well, would you like to" Cecil said and was cut off quickly by the yells of her five year old daughter.
"MAMA!!! MAMA!!!!" she screeched jumping up into her mother's arms.
"Honey, I was having a very important discussion with Cecil, do you mind?" she said as the girl slid to sit in her lap, the girl faced Cecil with a grin.
"Hello, Cecil, did you see the trees this morning? The flowers are just starting to bloom" The girl was smiling without a care.
"Yes, very lovely" Cecil said calming down a bit.
"I saw the first bird of spring today it was dobyn" she said her grin widening to show her small teeth like little square pearls.
"Excuse me?" Cecil asked raising an eyebrow in confusion and Satine noted how cute he looked like that.
"It was robin, not dobyn" Satine said patting her daughters head "Is there a reason you came down, or did you just want to annoy us?"
"Yes Auntie Claire said that if you don't finish up with sorting the new books she would have to hang you by your feet," the girl said
"Well go upstairs and tell Claire that I will be done with them when I am done with them" Satine said and dropped the child to her feet and pointed to the stairs "Go my petite and let us finish the conversation"
"Yes mama" she said then was off in an instant
"So what were you going to ask?" Satine said turning to the nervous raven haired man before her.
"Um . yes . well Ididn't think it would be this hard" Cecil wiped his head with an embroidered handkerchief from his coat pocket.
"Do need help on one of your cases?" Satine asked trying to guess at the question
"No, no, nothing like that, always know I can get your help with that" he said and tried to pull off a weak smile, Satine smiled back "I was wondering, only if you want to that is. um . would you . marry me?" His deep green eyes left from there position on his hands to her pale face, which was filled complete surprise, her mouth agape. "I have a ring" he said and then began to fumble in his pockets until he produced a dark blue, velvet box.
"Oh, Cecil" Satine began but stopped. Did she want to marry him? She knew Christian wouldn't want her and wondered if he ever did. Would she tell Cecil of her old life if they got married? No getting out of marriage, he'd be stuck with her like it or not. The silence between them lengthened and Satine still had no answer to his question. Cecil cleared his throat. Satine closed her eyes and sunk further into the plush red chair underneath her. She opened them to see a nervous Cecil playing with his hands and whistling a light tune. He was so cute like that.
"Cecil the thing is," his attention turned from his tune instantly to her "I don't know if I can get married again" she didn't know if this made any sense.
"Oh, well, okay, you just think about it" he said placing the velvet box on the mahogany coffee table in front of her. "And I'll just go then" He got up and headed for the exit, it pained Satine to see him like this. Why was her only job in life to hurt the men she loved?
"Cecil," she said and he turned to face her "I love you, even if it isn't the way you want it, I do"
"Yes, well, just think it over and I'll uh talk to you tomorrow:" he said with a half nod as he shut the door.
"Good bye" she said to the door as it shut behind him.
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Christian shifted silently in the stiff chair that he sat in. He was meeting with producers of his show. What did a producer do one might ask? Well they tell the writer what his vision is, whilst talking about the aforementioned writer in the third person.
"As I was telling Christian earlier, we simply must have Jacob Crenchley for the part of Christopher" these words were spoken by a potbellied man by the name of Robert Eastley who in Christian's opinion was quite dumb despite his prestige.
"No, no, no" said Anna Temmer a short with long black hair and dark eyes. "Christian isn't going to want Crenchley he wants someone with pizzazz, chutzpah, he wants to have Samuel Johnson as Christopher"
Christian put his head in his hands. Why did he have to deal with idiots? Why? Why couldn't have intelligent people who understood his vision, not dim-witted Londoners who had no idea what the words "Bohemian play" meant.
"What do you think Christian?" Anna asked him, finally acknowledging his presences. I think you're a bunch of damn morons, that's what I think was what he wanted to yell. But instead he sighed and lifted his head from his hands and looked at the producers.
"I think we should put an advertisement in the paper and see if there is any new talent. Because I have yet to see a woman or man that fits the parts of these characters." Christian said very calmly.
"Fine we will put a small ad in the paper tomorrow" said Robert rather grudgingly "A small one mind you"
"Lovely" Christian said with a forced smile
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Satine sat on the couch staring at the two items before her on the polished oak desk. The sun brushed the desk whilst she stared at them, head in hands. On the one hand was the velvet box which held the gorgeous ring given to her in engagement by her one and only true friend and the other was the stack of bills to be paid. She wasn't an idiot, she knew that Claire was in the hole big time and having two extra mouths to feed didn't help.
Cecil would be a wonderful choice for a husband. He was rich, dedicated, predictable, lovable, sweet, generous, and everything else one would want. If she married him she could send Christine to finishing school, help Claire with her debts and everything she could need would be hers. But she didn't love him, but then again did that matter anymore? She couldn't have Christian now or ever. Sometimes at night she would sit in bed and wonder what could have been. Would Christian still have loved her all the years? Did her ever love her or had it just been a young man's fancy? How could anyone love someone as disgusting as herself? A ding woke Satine from her self destructed thoughts as she looked up to see Cecil walk in his glasses on the bridge of his nose threatening to fall at a moments notice.
"Hello, Satine lovely day isn't it?" Cecil said pushing his glasses higher up his nose just to have them fall back down to their former position.
"Yes" Satine said staring the boyish man in the eye
"Trees all in bloom, and such" Cecil said pointing to a tree outside the window.
"No, not to that, Yes, I'll marry you" Satine said feeling all hope ebb from pale skin.
"You.You will?" Cecil said his demeanor changing rapidly "Oh, wonderful I must go tell my mum! I'll talk to you later Satine!" He then dashed from the building leaving a very grief stricken Satine in his tracks.
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WOW!!! It has been so long since I put something up but my compy was down. OH well review oh and if you were wondering the song in chappy 3 was Arms Wide Open by Creed. BYE!!