Part VI On a Certain Night Page 2
Elizabeth is on European time she got drowsy at the Diggs' dinner the home made San Gria didn't help but she still managed to stay awake long enough for paella and to make it to Audrey's front door, by then, she was incapable of standing on two feet. Audrey got Jake to bed; luckily, Cameron and Mimi got themselves down. Now its one o'clock the next afternoon and she's still tired.
Audrey comes in with coffee.
"Gimme ...gimme," she slurs with her eyelids half shut she slept in her underwear she couldn't manage anything else.
"Its going to be fine get some sleep honey stay in bed. Camille's at piano camp and the boys are watching TV."
"Thanks Grams." She holds out the coffee cup Grams takes it just in time before she slumps back down on the pillow. "The room is spinning."
"Well I'll leave you now."
"No its fine," she peeps through half closed lids, "as long as I keep my eyes closed.
Audrey sits in the chair and puts her feet on the end of the bed wiggling her toes, "So?"
"Soooo....what?" She asks suspiciously.
"How long are you staying."
"Five days. Besides visiting you, Mimi likes this piano camp wants to stay until it ends; I'll compromise, maybe get her some extra days."
"Then?"
"Back to home."
"What about Gregor?"
"Being with him was thrilling everything was perfect, flawless, it didn't even rain, well, a morning shower but ...it was like reading a classic romance novel that I didn't want to end." She hugs her pillow repressing a surge of heat that she can do nothing about.
"Yes I saw you two running off the terrace on the internet."
"Grams since when did you get hooked up."
"Oh really Elizabeth years ago, remember I've gone wireless; Spinelli kept me updated."
"I'm trying to change the subject its a little embarrassing. Did the kids see all that, have you been bothered ... harassed by reporters?"
"A few calls no more than usual," Its been more than usual but Elizabeth will feel guilty. After all what she's gone through, especially since she's finally admitting feelings for Gregor she can handle it.... so far.
Eight years Audrey hoped for this, yes, she got on board with Jason and he was good to her for many years when Elizabeth first left Port Charles. He looked in her even when Elizabeth didn't know it always made sure she had what she needed, but, he walked out on her with his children and wound up with another woman. After that, she felt betrayed too and never returned his calls even when he arranged for Elizabeth's car to be brought from their Harborview garage he left the keys in the ignition, when she refused to open the door to him.
Elizabeth says softly, "speaking of home, I'm expecting a package delivered in the next few days." While we're here I'm returning what 's been borrowed.
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They visit Wyndemere for high tea with the kids they're all dressed to the nines for an afternoon in the garden then un-nined for riding with Nikolas and Spencer who took Cameron out. Jakey and Camille rode with groomsmen holding the reins. When she officially returns the Cassadine jet she was grateful Emily doesn't give her a hard time. Its bad enough giving it up and its not easy its a symbol of the life she made at the beginning of a career, her marriage but it is time to let go and move on. Emily doesn't say one word about Jason only that she had some of their things from the penthouse sent over to Audrey's. She'll go through it before she leaves decide what to keep and discard the rest.
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A few days later she receives the package from home. That same day she went to the Quartermaines thanked them for caring for the kids. She presses Lila's platinum band in Monica's palm they both weep as she reluctantly accepts it,
"I have no use for it save it for Michael, Brooklyn or Dillon...your family."
Monica says through tears, "Camille or Jake....Elizabeth you'll always be family to us and we hope to have the kids every year it'll be our tradition."
Elizabeth says blandly, "we didn't make it I really thought our marriage would be like yours with Alan, a love supreme, but it wasn't. I want you all to know that we love you anytime you want the kids here or visit our home you're welcome. You've been wonderful through a difficult time but its over and we'll be OK. Thank you for all you've done from the bottom of my heart." If the Quartermaines got wind of the Astorre hoopla they didn't mention it, thank goodness. They talked awhile longer then she got in her car and drove off without looking back just like he did.
After the Internet blasts Elizabeth keeps a low profile staying close to Audrey's. She called Urania to find out what's going on. "Nothing, you wanted to be accessible well...you got it. From what I can see there are no nude photographs of you" she says. Urania goes on about the business of art,
"This would be a great time to capitalize on promoting something new. Are you working on a project or have a series in mind?"
"No ... and... I haven't decided on anything."
"Well the Front St. studio is exhibiting on Friday it would be great for you to be there to tag on this romantic rendezvous with business buzz. Its a chance to highlight the art besides Gregor feeling up your tits."
She laughs for some reason Urania rarely talks sex, "How did that come about exactly?"
"Gregor feeling you up along Costiera Amalfitana ... you tell me."
"Ah...no, the showing."
"Just joking, Robbie Wentworth was asked. At the last minute, they need a bigger venue the other one is too small for the performance art."
Urania's right she has neglected the business end and haven't given it any attention there's people who depend on it for their livelihood just because she's not painting doesn't mean there isn't something she can do to drum up interest, maybe it'll help find her muse.
Wait a minute, it just can't be....did she say performance art she asks even though she knows the answer,
"Who is the artist?"
Franco."
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She meets the girls at Jakes for a night out and to say goodbye: Nurses: Epiphany, Rosanna and Drs. Lainey, Kelly, Robin. Em is out of town w/Nik and Spencer. Elizabeth leaves Sunday morning Lufthansa with a lay over in London then Air Italia to the farm.
“We’re always bidding you farewell,” says Lainey.
“That’s what happens when you move away,” Elizabeth replies thoughtfully. "How is it with you."
"Don't ask me a college friend of Patrick's moved here an orthopedic surgeon. She's friendly enough but its making me uncomfortable."
"Why?"
It's the talk of the good ole' days, remember when...I want to be friendly but she's pissing me off. They converse in amphiboles its getting to me but it could be my imagination enough about that ...she looks at Elizabeth pensively. "And how is it going for you?"
"Seems like you've moved on in those pictures with Gregor. Who knew that all these years he’s some famous actor's’ son,” says Kelly,
"Oh those pictures, so you noticed." says Elizabeth.
"Yes, I noticed you're smiling, laughing and enjoying yourself. Did you really notice them? Elizabeth you look happy," Lainey says.
"With a handsome man." adds Epiphany, "and there's nothing wrong with that. Do you see anything wrong with that?"
Rosanna chimes in, "Not a thing."
Robin and Kelly bobbles their heads side to side...no.
"Nope." Lainey pours them up, after they chant their lick slam and suck it mantra, "well seems like our Elizabeth has that covered."
"So since that's covered how about for our last round a toast to paradise the sun, sand, and sea until we all meet them again....together." says, Robin.
"Here here!" says Rosanna.
When she leaves Jakes' she is well roasted....and toasted. But she something she hadn't noticed when she gets to Grams she scrutinizes their photographs on and off line. She's smiling, laughing, dancing having fun. She runs her finger over his face, "I miss you and everybody going on and on about these pictures is just making me hotter for you. Maybe I'm right just chalk this up to a fun romantic holiday and leave it at that. Like Cy and Heveraux a one night stand only ours lasted ten days."
Its time to get thoughts of having sex with Gregor off her mind the exhibit is coming up and she hasn't thought about it but since she's going what the hell is she wearing? She looks among her very sparse wardrobe. Wait...! That textile Kate created years ago is one of those boxes and its from a painting she digs deep for it. A little more airing out and it'll be perfect. Kate taught her a trick to get the wrinkles out turn on the shower to hot let it run turn it off and leave the dress in the steam for a few minutes. A few more days with Audrey then they go home again, home again jiggity jig.
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On the night of the exhibition, Elizabeth is thinking about Cy because she's about to cuss; the kids are relentless, Cameron wants to go to Morgan's, Jakey is running motorcycles everywhere, and Camille wants to go to the exhibit since she can't she's playing make up - dress up while Elizabeth is getting dressed. In order to settle her down, she promises to think about a third hole in her ear just to catch a break. For a seven year, old she makes a good argument.."Mom I can wear one earring when I lose the other one in the third hole."
She shuts her bedroom door its pretty much the same as when she was a teenager rebelling authority. Sipping a glass of Marcello wine, Astorre keeps Audrey stocked ..a moment of peace...Ahh...sweet silence. She decides on the thong low heeled sandals, because she has no shoes that will work, maybe there's a pair in those boxes she digs through them again...
With her less is more made up face she sneaks out the back to the front where there is a limo waiting. "Felix?"
"Audrey called, well you can't drive yourself in your ten year old vehicle. With all those high steppers watching, you have to at least arrive in style."
Not to mention she doesn't feel like driving...when they try to enter Front Street the traffic is too backed up to get through. "Felix I'll walk the rest of the way and thanks."
When she enters her studio she can't help but to think of Jason he renovated the whole building for it. The gallery where the exhibit is being held is an add on that connects to her old studio by two massive carved tile inlay doors she runs right into the builder of them, Robbie Wentworth.
"Glad you decided to come."
"Its good seeing you Robbie how is it going?"
"Lots of attention for us and its sold out; Carly worked hard too Elizabeth."
Robbie has changed too within these last five years his paintings are selling regularly and he's smitten with Urania encouraged by Georgy.
"Good news, let me take a peek at the show."
Already she's nodding at familiar faces from the past. Luke Spencer, Sonny Corinthos with Glenn, Milo and Max, Maxie and Georgy Jones. They all compliment how wonderful she looks. What they're thinking is poor abandoned Elizabeth.
Carly comes up behind her," isn't this great."
Elizabeth squeezes her hand, "Yeah it is now to see the macabre madness of a genius."
"Its pretty gross but he's famous for it so. Carlo is here," says Carly jumping up and down. To look at her you'd never guess the sadness behind her smiles she looks radiant in a peek-a-boo cutaway dress royal blue with matching color pumps her eyes are gleaming against the color. Her dress matches the decorations so Elizabeth assumes she had a hand in it...the place is really put together elegantly.
"The studio looks amazing ... Carly I'd like to visit Michael tomorrow. Is it ok?"
The gleam went down a notch, she's trying to find joy wherever she can, "of course it is I'll call and make sure you're still on the list....see you later. Gotta mix and mingle and talk up some donations for 19." She moves farther into the crowd.
"Oh, and thanks for having Cameron and MiMi over so much it means a lot to them."
"Anytime." Carly disappears in the throng of cameras.
She's alone in the exhibit its a bed with ropes every where... a trickle of blood on the pillow. On the floor sits a man, "Elizabeth Morgan finally I get to show with you."
"Mr. Franco we finally meet." He's handsome he doesn't look like a man fascinated by serial killers. He has a reputation for being difficult maybe its a hazard of being a recluse. He doesn't get out that often not to mention his controversial subject matter...at least he's not as much into dead bodies as was once. Not his usual bloody mess its still crime scenes and criminals. It looks like this unfortunate victim was strangled. Another set up called "Background Check" shows mug shots, rap sheets with newspaper articles and surveillance footage.
Suddenly flashes pop from everywhere questions are coming at her double speed, "Ms. Webber any comment on the romantic getaway are you and Astorre still seeing each other?"
He shakes a can of spray paint ... red of course, "Gentlemen get the fuck outta' here." He sprays a camera's lens then closes the door he continues shaking his paint can, "Sorry about that." He has a wicked smile.
She smiles back tightly.
"So what do you think of my latest installments?"
"You had a troubled childhood."
"Not so it was loving and if you have a late night supper with me I'll tell you all about it and you can tell me the story of being the wife to a hit man."
"Nothing to tell we were married now we are divorced...a short story."
"Oh you're teasing me Ms. Morgan. I know this is your studio and that he renovated it for your art ...see...and I bet you have other stories to tell."
"Why don't you ask him he knows better than I."
He gets closer, "come on have a night cap from one recluse to another, we're mirror opposites we compliment each other our stories are so similar. Wouldn't you agree?" He's trying to seduce her.
"No I wouldn't, excuse me Mr. Franco, your exhibit is interesting to say the least."
He jumps up and sprays something on the wall...letters and numbers. "I bet I can get your panties down your thighs before this night is done. Those pictures with that man tells me you're a passionate woman."
She gets very close as if she's about to kiss him takes the paint can out of his hand, "You're right your eyes didn't deceive you....I am," she sprays paint on his shirt. "Good night Mr. Franco." She leaves the door open after she walks through.
Just as she makes her way past the crowd of snapping photographers in walks Jason Morgan....and Sam McCall. That insensitive bastard brought her to their studio, .... my studio. She's in a state of shock.... how dare you.
Sam McCall in an ugly dress that's too tight and too short. She has saddlebags under her eyes and her hair is stringy but she's milking the moment for all its worth she cozies closer slips her hand in his. She's never felt so humiliated as right now in front of her family, friends how can he disrespect her bringing that woman inside her studio. Flash bulbs are popping off everywhere...then suddenly a familiar through the lights a face emerges with that boisterous baritone voice,
"My darling so sorry to keep you waiting," Astorre plants a kiss that lasts at least two minutes that takes her breath away. His hands trails all the way down her back. She leans into his exquisitely tailored silver jacket he's gorgeous and gracious hamming it up for the press while they snap wildly. Photographers reporters are shouting out...."Ms Webber ....Astorre what is going on ? Are you two serious?"
She kisses his eye lids, "I'm so very glad you're here," she says unaware of whose listening they're in another bubble.
"Its alright mi cara...you're with me now." Suddenly a microphone interrupts them,
"Mr. Marcello, Cade Netto US Weekly, How serious are you with Ms. Morgan?"
"As serious as a man can get... excuse us."
"Webber, Mr. Netto, I'm Elizabeth Webber."
"For the time being," Astorre turns up the wattage and gives a movie star quality smile a lifetime experience of turning on the charm from the best in the business.
She takes his hand leads him through the large wood tiled doors and bolts them behind her. She clicks a switch and a dividing wall moves into place they walk hand in hand down the pedway to her sanctuary where she locks the door behind him. She kicks off her shoes, jumps on the sofa and pulls him in by the jacket's lapels kissing him intensely, writhing against him repeating his name, "Astoree, Astorre, I've missed you so; I thought I'd go insane."
He picks her up off the sofa and looks to the door.
"Don't worry about the reception they can't get back here the door is solid, the partition is steel and this exit is not accessible to the gallery only by the pedway. "When did you get to Port Charles, how did you know?"
When Carlo mentioned he was coming for the exhibit we came together. We got in yesterday I checked in the Metro Court and asked Carly not to reveal my surprise. I wanted discuss the pictures in person. Its my shortcoming and I apologize; I really forgot the paparazzi has been on the loose."
"Its not all your shortcoming mine too I wanted publicity remember?"
"Darling the best way to handle it is like you've been doing ignoring it only addressing it when you have to and keeping blase'...light hearted...The press is fickle they'll move on to something else. But I have minimized the damage and found the source of the leak how they knew so much wasn't just them following us around. Danielle fed them some information too that won't happen again just forgive me this once."
"It.... that's what I'm calling the publicity from now on."
He's looking around the "Sanctuary" on an easel he sees the drawing of him from nearly six years ago when he came to her studio to profess his love. He wanted to say don't marry him marry me but he didn't ... He throws off his jacket unbuttons his shirt, then his pants. He's stripping he wants to make love she starts disrobing.
"No no mi bella." He stops her when she gets down to the unmentionables he bought for her. "You miss me, show me how much." He moves an easel towards her. "Elizabeth paint tonight."
She tears up, "you know don't you."
"How can I not my darling." He observes her intently as she stares at the drawing then back to the blank canvas holding palette there's a look of panic as if she's trying to convince herself. Its as if she wants to she makes an attempt to start but her struggle is too much for him he moves the canvas and holds her. He'll punish himself for willing her to paint but who knows it could have worked. When he saw it tearing her apart he abandoned the effort.
When he lets go and puts on his shirt she breaks out laughing.
"What's...so funny madam?"
"You with a shirt on top but nothing at the bottom."
She pulls out the sofa bed he hops in his feet hangs off its edge, "I promised myself not to interfere but I'm so arrogant; I had a romantic notion you'd see my body and wouldn't stop drawing. But all that matters now is promise me tomorrow starts with you..... and the day after that."
She smiles, "you've helped more than you know." They doze off entwined in each other's arms when she awakens its almost daybreak. As they're leaving she rolls up his drawing and puts it in the first art bag she bought as a teen.
"Come on my lover I'm visiting Micheal Corinthos later this morning, Mimi has a piano rehearsal, for her recital, nothing fancy, just the kids playing some pieces they learned at camp its about an hour or so afterwards we go home."
During breakfast Astorre tells her a plan, "How about this? I'll visit Audrey later today after I sleep in a real bed. Tomorrow can I take you home? On our vacation it was fine for me to take over but its not my intent to control your life. I have wasted so much time there's much to make up for...just pull me in when I go too far."
"OK but I want you to take me home, knowing you there'll be an extra something wonderful and I can't wait to find out what's coming next. Thank you for being here I needed you last night."
"What about tonight?" He asks sensuously.
"Mimi has a rehearsal for tomorrow, afterwards how about a double feature, movies, popcorn and Junior mints. What do you think of my plan do you need to pull me in ...is it going too far?" She asks.
"Not far enough," he replies with a smile.
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When she visits comatose Michael Corinthos Carly is there. "There's been no change a few reflexes that's all. I remember when Leticia was in a coma she snapped out of it but Michael its been a year...nothing. I realize its not the same set of circumstances ...but ..."
"No its not... but something is the same... hope....don't give up Carly." Elizabeth hugs her, "Don't ever give up."
"I'll be outside for awhile you can visit without my blubbering."
Elizabeth sits by his bedside talking she turns on a radio to a station playing the latest hits. When she looks up there is Gregor.
He says in Italian, "I didn't know this young man well but I know his aunt and his mother and Leticia; I hope you don't mind my intrusion but when you said you were coming while I'm here I wanted to show my resp.......Elizabeth he just opened his eyes."
When she looks back, they are closed after a minute or so slowly they flutter open. Elizabeth runs to the waiting room her eyes dart around looking for Carly who is getting potato chips from a vending machine she's almost out of breath she's screaming at the top of her lungs, "Carly, Carly he's awake! I left Gregor to keep him talking; I told the nurse...." They both are jumping up and down in hysterics.
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Elizabeth and Astorre stay with Carly in the waiting room she's on her cell when the doctor comes in for his report.
"Michael has come out of it my initial examinations show he's responding to stimuli...light sound and he's initiating voluntary actions he's been taken for an MRI and we've contacted Drs. Hunter and Drake. Our only concern is that he doesn't lapse back into coma state when he naturally falls asleep...if he can get past a few sleep cycles we're home free."
Carly is besides herself, "I don't know if it was the music or Italian but something woke him up and for that I'm grateful....he said Mom .....he recognizes me and he said to Gregor you're than man who saved my mom and Leticia aren't you? "
"And that's another good sign his long term memory is already sharp," says Dr. Fenner.
Just then Jax rushes in, "I got here as fast as I could; Sonny and Jason are on their way."
Elizabeth doesn't want to see Jason Morgan even in the best of circumstances, "we should get going Jax its good to see you. This is unbelievable I'm glad we were here with you."
Carly hugs her, "I am too oh Elizabeth I am too."
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Later that day, she and Gregor make spaghetti, garlic bread, assorted grilled vegetables, with giant meatballs his specialty they're not sure why maybe its lunch.
They keep their silly celebration of Micheal's waking up going, bumping into each other, laughing. Today is Astorre's first time with the kids she hopes everything goes well. In fact, it goes too well. While Audrey is pleased as punch Cameron is observant and quiet, Mimi is polite and quiet. Even Jakey is on good behavior he's always quiet.
Elizabeth looks around the table, "OK what's going on and where are my children?"
"Its him," Mimi points a finger at Cameron.
"Cameron."
"If we're good then Gregor won't leave like he did before ...just....like Jason."
She kisses her son, "Honey Jason leaving has nothing to do with you kids or me it was something he decided all on his own."
"Cameron I think you remember me, Mi Bella, was only about two and Jacob wasn't born but in my opinion you should not be something you're not. One day I hope to become your mother's new husband; But that depends on you its important for us to get to know each other, the real you and the real me. And I vow no matter what happens I won't leave you again we'll stay a part of each other's lives always I hope we'll look out for each other." Astorre negotiates with the shrewdest businessmen but a ten, seven and five year old has never occurred to him.''
"Will you come to my recital?" Asks Mimi in Italian. "I'm playing a song from a spaghetti commercial."
Astorre's smiles, now he sees Elizabeth's descriptions in action Cameron and Mimi work as a team of charmers; Cameron sets it up while she goes in to close. Camille is a lot like her in mannerisms although Elizabeth has said it only began after Jason left. Jacob other than his strong resemblance to his father he hasn't quite figured out, he replies in Italian, "Thank you for the invitation, I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Early evening Port Charles New York,
After the rehearsal, Elizabeth picks up Camille they while the rain stops they hurriedly cross the park its been sprinkling on and off all day instead of the night being steamy the temperature has dropped.
"Elizabeth."
She turns towards the recognizable voice but doesn't break their stride, "there will be no contact go away."
Jason Morgan watches Camille skipping along side Elizabeth in Emily's old riding boots he remembers when she gifted them to her in high school. Before they disappear, from a distance, she holds up her hand he isn't positive but it looks like she just gave him the finger.
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The next day, at the end of the recital to Astoree's surprise, there is a limo waiting one he didn't arrange.. Elizabeth recognize the new model and who is behind the wheel.
"Anybody going to Port Charles' airport?"
Elizabeth laughs then introduces Astorre, "Gregor this is my dear friend Felix Diggs and this is Astorre Marcello but we call him Gregor sometimes." Astorre knows who Felix Diggs is he's the brother of Timothy Diggs the man Torneau killed.
Felix shakes his hand recognizes he's one of the names on the checks he received from his brother killer's bank account James Torneau and restitution from Andrei Karpove. What he doesn't know is Astorre assassinated Karpove and Jason Morgan shot down Torneau in the rescue of Jasper Jacks. They talk shop Felix tells him about his delivery business and "the new model."
"Mr. Marcello you ride in these rigs I'd sure appreciate what you expect from the services you've used. Nothing elaborate just so we know where we stand and keep in line with our competition ."
He looks over at Elizabeth's family, "I'd be delighted if you deem my input only if it can wait for a few weeks; I have some bonding to do."
When they drive further into the airport, "I believe we are in hanger #7 Mr. Diggs," says Gregor.
As they approach, "Mom look, look at that airplane," squeals Cameron, backed up by Mimi even Jakey is bug-eyed."
Audrey whistles, "Well well this is some aircraft."
Elizabeth flexes her brows disapprovingly. "This isn't the same one we rode in before...its...its.."
Astorre opens the door for Elizabeth to speak directly..."I confess its a bit much but I had to pull out the stops. In business its about the wow factor flaunting materialistic things, besides, there is more room to play...yes?"
"Is this a trick question?"
Cam, Mimi and Jake noses press to the window, "my money is on Elizabeth," says Felix.
"Not a chance, I've got twenty he'll have her laughing by the end of the conversation."
"You're on," saysFelix.
"Astorre you can't throw around your money to get in their good graces certainly a man who swims with the sharks can handle minnows."
"But this is our extreme circumstance I've got three miniature people to convince I am the right man for you."
She narrows expressionless eyes.
Astorre taps the cement floor with the tip of his A. Testoni made-to-measure Prêt-à-porter loafers, "Oh-kay, but on that plane," he points, "are movies, buttered popcorn and chocolat' ...ahhh...I mean Junior mints."
She bursts into a fit of laughter, "just like you to stack the deck. What else is there Ummmm?"
"They have a few more weeks before school begins lets go somewhere together. Its too soon for me to stay at your place but if we all take a vacation in a hotel we can sneak away and you can ravish me. What do you say?"
Elizabeth didn't think twice. What would they do? Go back to stew on the farm when she'll want to be near him, "I'll call Signora to join us."
Astorre kisses her lightly, "splendid."
Felix pushes a button; the glass partition slides down. Audrey puts out her hand through.
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Later, the kids are watching the Wizard of Oz or Harry Potter while Elizabeth and Astorre lie cuddled on a sofa in the front with Scuzzy ensconced atop a chair with a fake fur throw his new favorite spot a triple feature Catherine Deneuve in The Last Metro and Scorsese’ Age of Innocence. By the time they get to The French Lieutenant’s Woman they are in a hot and heavy make out session that somehow falls short of going all the way. They fall asleep in each other arms Astorre answers a late night call.
“Hey everything is mine except that last line I didn’t write it they tagged some comment from somewhere sorry about that."
“Thank you Georgy this should help throw them off our trail.” It’s an old trick from an upbringing with media savvy parents who used it time and again: plant where you’re going as if you’ve been there, mix it up throw a bunch of places out then feed the information to one source Georgy will minimize the latest scoop media crush of his life.
Elizabeth stirs in his arms, “did it go off OK.” Astorre nuzzles her neck, “yes my darling.”
Its official, all signs of a serious romance is and Astorre Marcello and Elizabeth Webber are still tearing through the globe after saucy pictures were released via the internet. The pair attended the Franco art exhibit hosted at her Port Charles, New York studio the two were seen at her daughter’s piano recital, joined by her family and friends. Sculptors Carlo DeSoto and Carly Jacks held a private dinner at the Merto Court including husband International Financier Jasper Jacks. With kids in tow they Nght flighted for a stint on the isle of Ischia, then Rome’s Cesare Hotel, by week’s end they left for Marcello's winery in Piedmont. Georgiana Jones, Reuters
Ms. Webber is the latest amongst his amorous encounters including French film siren Danielle Arpessa.
Ischia Island Bay of Naples
Their ten days together has been idyllic memorable cliffside views, pinewood forests at a resort and spa. His villa is close to theirs so when Signora arrived its easy to sneak away to make love or go to a nightclub. He takes them everywhere The Museum of the Sea, a medieval costume parade. They travel to the Porto one of Michelangelo's favorite holiday spots, tour the Aragonese Castle. The kids enjoy the beaches, they pick up snorkeling right where they left off. Astorre told tall tales all along the way,
“Why is the sand so hot?” Asks Cameron.
“Because this island was made by a volcano and it sits right on top of it. So when you hear the big boom and this hot sticky liquid is between your toes make a run for it.”
But it hasn’t been without a downside…she can tell he’s not used to the pace of three children. He’s trying hard though but this may not be for him the noise level seemed to be too much he’s use to quiet and many times took to secluding himself for hours at a time.
And Astorre can be irascible, one night, at his London townhouse. Jakey ran into a pedestal chasing after his motorcycle thank goodness Cameron's soccer reflexes kicked in and he miraculously caught a vase before it hit the floor. When she pointed out, rather tersely, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea to bring the kids to his house of artifacts he gave back as good as he got.
“Do you think I give a damn about this vase?” He throws it in the fireplace.
His eyelashes drooped halfway over dark eyes that held her in a smoldering glance, “Why do you continue in this fact finding mission for any excuse for us not to work?” he stormed out.
It took Jake to cool him off he found him sulking on the terrace, “I sorry; I'll be careful and watch the motocycle.”
Astorre smoking a cigarette promptly discards it, “Thank you for apologizing but it was an accident you are more important than that vase always remember that nothing in this house is more important than you. Do you understand?”
Jake shakes his head yes.
Astorre picks him up and walks him to the fireplace, "I broke it and it was not an accident.”
They both laugh Astorre finds Cameron and Mimi then explains his collection. “This one is from my father’s friend who went to heaven quite early in life.”
“Did your daddy go away to heaven?” Asks Mimi.
“Yes cherie.”
Mimi signals him to bend down, she kisses his cheek puts her arm around his neck. “Did you cry … when my daddy went away I cried.”
“Yes Bella I cried.”
“Can I see your daddy’s picture?” She asks.
Remembering his father is usually painful but not today, “My father was in movies so there are many pictures.”
“Can I see his movie?” Asks Cameron
“We’ll show one tonight it is one of his funny movies it will make you laugh.”
“This one looks like Carlo from the Brush and Chisel,” Cameon points to a sculpture.
“It is, he made it especially for me many year as ago when I was a teen,” laughs Astorre.
“Mommy say cig-ette make you sick,” whispers Jake in his ear.
Astorre puts him down stooping tremendously to reach his ear, “she is right I have to stop before I get sick.”
“Cuz you get can-ser.” Jake says in two distinct syllables.
“We have to visit you in the hospital,” says Mimi.
“How about we find Jake a special place to run around with that apparatus?” he points to his yellow motorcycle then we’ll have chestnut gelato.
Jake holds up his toy, “Okay that not ap-rat-us this a moto-cycle.”
They have ice-cream in Jake’s newly selected special place on the floor. Astorre asks in Italian, “What would you say if I asked your mother to marry me."
”What does that mean?” Camille asks.
Astorre runs his fingers through his curly hair, “well it means since your mother is no longer married she can choose another husband if she wants too, if I ask her to be my wife and she says yes, we would have a wedding. Then I will be her husband so we all live together. We will share the same bedroom and I sleep in the same bed with your mommy."
"Like Daddy use to." Camille says.
"Yes," Astorre is searching for the way, "but if you don’t like it then I won’t ask her.”
“So if you marry her then you won't leave us like Jason?” Asks Cameron.
“No, I told you no matter what that will never happen.”
“Will you be my father?” Asks Mimi.
“If you want me to be but that depends on you.”
“I don’t have a daddy he went away and won’t talk to us anymore suppose you change your mind like he did.” Camille begins to cry.
“I won’t change my mind. Come here, …I didn’t mean to upset you we don’t know each other well enough to speak of love but I’m looking forward to that. I have known your mommy and Cameron a long time before you were born and I love them and I met you when you were about two years old so I have some catching up to do with you and Jake. The problem is I want to marry your mother and it may be before we get to know each other better. We may have to get to know each other after the wedding... that is if you all agree.”
Camille looks to Cameron who gives his approval, she is the spokesperson. "yes its ok... Do you have a piano?”
“Yes, but not in this house.”
“How many houses do you have?” Asks Camille.
“I have one; my parents have nine but some of them were given to them by their parents.”
“Which one will we live in?” Asks Camille.
“All of them.”
Hours later he found Elizabeth laying down he tapped the door she bode him to come in. Sitting on the bedside he kisses her palm, “I am difficult sometimes but darling there will be an adjustment for all of us but if we want it to it can still happen. Just because I don’t have any doesn’t mean I don’t understand children; I was once a child too. He hesitates, “…that vase is a present from Danielle.”
“Oops,” Elizabeth laughed because he's like that no matter what they always make each other feel good in the end.
On Ischia, she's enjoyed him in ways she never has, more than he knows but after this whirlwind two months its time to get back to her her place in the world she'll take all this with her and figure out the next step.
Greystone, Port Charles, New York
Jason Morgan is in short temper and being closed in on all sides his family is freezing him out because of his relationship with Sam, not only is he reeling from the Chronicle’s Interviews with a Home Town Girl the only way to avoid Elizabeth’s engagement is by not turning on a television, pick up a magazine or newpaper. They even had Scuzzy covered on a Pet Magazine as the most well traveled feline he flipped through channels and landed on PetPlanet TV there was Mimi carrying him aboard one of Marcello jets with a kid interviewing her she flat out said, “my daddy doesn't want us anymore.”
Sonny should be back from visiting Michael; the doctors say he’s making a remarkable recovery. When he goes in the kitchen for a beer there’s a stack of magazines he’s afraid to pick one up.
He’s close to finding Michael’s shooter but to make matters worse Anthony Zacharra is looming on the horizon he's still not over he burnt his mansion down and with his beloved roses. And there are new threats, the Balkan and the Lopez Brothers. Franco is stalking trying to bait him into some kind of contest he’s leaving hints and clues all over town approaching people he cares about. He followed Carly and Josslyn before he could put that fire out he got a call from some assistant of Brenda’s, Suzanne, she’s in big trouble. The problem is her location, Rome…The Consortium he can’t go in there without a Marcello sanction, something tells him he's not getting it.
Sonny walks in, “damn traffic.' He's feeling the pinch too, he pours a drink, “Brenda is in deep do-do in Rome.”
Jason stares at the magazines, “I just got word some guy tried to slash her face her assistant Suzanne called my number was on some old contacts of hers. Are you going to her?”
Sonny is still seeing District Attorney Claire Walsh, “I can get away but, Claire is in hot water with her office because of me and Michael just woke up, I got Anthony breathing all around me but I set up another meet with Marcello in Piedmont. Under the circumstances, I’ll take Max, Glenn, and Milo you can fly in but…”
There is no way Jason is sitting through Marcello's egotistical innuendos, “I don’t want to see Marcello he's banging my ex-wife just let him know I’m in Rome.”
"Uhhh Jason its a little more complicated than that..they just g...." Before he finishes Max rushes in with the land line an emergency Michael's doctors need permission for a test. "Carly is off in New Mexico for an exhibit with that Desoto character I got to take this." Sonny taps a magazine while talking to Dr. Matt Hunter who just missed him at the hospital.
Sonny is doing homework before his meet; Jason should have known better he flips through the magazine, and sure enough.
Another most eligible out of circulation winemaker, financier, Astorre Marcello will say I Do this October as previously reported he presented an engagement ring to ladylove, Elizabeth Webber on the Isle of Ischia in August. The from out of nowhere couple who took paparazzo by storm began openly dating only a few months ago but have known each other ten years.
How did he select the ring? Well he didn’t. Elizabeth’s son chose the yellow diamond because its sparkly like his mother and she would always be under the sun she adores….The princess cut is her daughter’s choice because of her Princess aunt. Second son didn’t pay much attention to the goings on he spent his time on the floor with their cat Scuzzy playing with his motorcycle….the yellow one.
The exclusive jeweler was so impressed with the tiny tots he created a one of kind ring especially for them from two collections Endless Love™, which embodies devotion to ‘micro pave,’ and “Romantique.” The designer explains it as their “trademark" is the architectural detail in the setting around each stone, which offers elegant and stylish vintage hand carved fine detail that gives the feel of antique engagement rings with a beautiful Grecian leaf carved design and burnished and pave set diamonds. To see the exquisite ring up close go to website romantique.com or endlesslove.com
Georgy Jones, Vanity Fair, Italia
What the fu...no way is she marrying that pompous primped up prick. A Eurostyle playboy is not her type this is just rebounding. She'll come to her senses and that's when he'll beg for forgiveness. It won't be easy it'll be harder than last time but she will because she still loves him...he stares at their picture this wedding won't happen four months after their divorce.
Scene Gallery Part VI
Audrey comes in with coffee.
"Gimme ...gimme," she slurs with her eyelids half shut she slept in her underwear she couldn't manage anything else.
"Its going to be fine get some sleep honey stay in bed. Camille's at piano camp and the boys are watching TV."
"Thanks Grams." She holds out the coffee cup Grams takes it just in time before she slumps back down on the pillow. "The room is spinning."
"Well I'll leave you now."
"No its fine," she peeps through half closed lids, "as long as I keep my eyes closed.
Audrey sits in the chair and puts her feet on the end of the bed wiggling her toes, "So?"
"Soooo....what?" She asks suspiciously.
"How long are you staying."
"Five days. Besides visiting you, Mimi likes this piano camp wants to stay until it ends; I'll compromise, maybe get her some extra days."
"Then?"
"Back to home."
"What about Gregor?"
"Being with him was thrilling everything was perfect, flawless, it didn't even rain, well, a morning shower but ...it was like reading a classic romance novel that I didn't want to end." She hugs her pillow repressing a surge of heat that she can do nothing about.
"Yes I saw you two running off the terrace on the internet."
"Grams since when did you get hooked up."
"Oh really Elizabeth years ago, remember I've gone wireless; Spinelli kept me updated."
"I'm trying to change the subject its a little embarrassing. Did the kids see all that, have you been bothered ... harassed by reporters?"
"A few calls no more than usual," Its been more than usual but Elizabeth will feel guilty. After all what she's gone through, especially since she's finally admitting feelings for Gregor she can handle it.... so far.
Eight years Audrey hoped for this, yes, she got on board with Jason and he was good to her for many years when Elizabeth first left Port Charles. He looked in her even when Elizabeth didn't know it always made sure she had what she needed, but, he walked out on her with his children and wound up with another woman. After that, she felt betrayed too and never returned his calls even when he arranged for Elizabeth's car to be brought from their Harborview garage he left the keys in the ignition, when she refused to open the door to him.
Elizabeth says softly, "speaking of home, I'm expecting a package delivered in the next few days." While we're here I'm returning what 's been borrowed.
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They visit Wyndemere for high tea with the kids they're all dressed to the nines for an afternoon in the garden then un-nined for riding with Nikolas and Spencer who took Cameron out. Jakey and Camille rode with groomsmen holding the reins. When she officially returns the Cassadine jet she was grateful Emily doesn't give her a hard time. Its bad enough giving it up and its not easy its a symbol of the life she made at the beginning of a career, her marriage but it is time to let go and move on. Emily doesn't say one word about Jason only that she had some of their things from the penthouse sent over to Audrey's. She'll go through it before she leaves decide what to keep and discard the rest.
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A few days later she receives the package from home. That same day she went to the Quartermaines thanked them for caring for the kids. She presses Lila's platinum band in Monica's palm they both weep as she reluctantly accepts it,
"I have no use for it save it for Michael, Brooklyn or Dillon...your family."
Monica says through tears, "Camille or Jake....Elizabeth you'll always be family to us and we hope to have the kids every year it'll be our tradition."
Elizabeth says blandly, "we didn't make it I really thought our marriage would be like yours with Alan, a love supreme, but it wasn't. I want you all to know that we love you anytime you want the kids here or visit our home you're welcome. You've been wonderful through a difficult time but its over and we'll be OK. Thank you for all you've done from the bottom of my heart." If the Quartermaines got wind of the Astorre hoopla they didn't mention it, thank goodness. They talked awhile longer then she got in her car and drove off without looking back just like he did.
After the Internet blasts Elizabeth keeps a low profile staying close to Audrey's. She called Urania to find out what's going on. "Nothing, you wanted to be accessible well...you got it. From what I can see there are no nude photographs of you" she says. Urania goes on about the business of art,
"This would be a great time to capitalize on promoting something new. Are you working on a project or have a series in mind?"
"No ... and... I haven't decided on anything."
"Well the Front St. studio is exhibiting on Friday it would be great for you to be there to tag on this romantic rendezvous with business buzz. Its a chance to highlight the art besides Gregor feeling up your tits."
She laughs for some reason Urania rarely talks sex, "How did that come about exactly?"
"Gregor feeling you up along Costiera Amalfitana ... you tell me."
"Ah...no, the showing."
"Just joking, Robbie Wentworth was asked. At the last minute, they need a bigger venue the other one is too small for the performance art."
Urania's right she has neglected the business end and haven't given it any attention there's people who depend on it for their livelihood just because she's not painting doesn't mean there isn't something she can do to drum up interest, maybe it'll help find her muse.
Wait a minute, it just can't be....did she say performance art she asks even though she knows the answer,
"Who is the artist?"
Franco."
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She meets the girls at Jakes for a night out and to say goodbye: Nurses: Epiphany, Rosanna and Drs. Lainey, Kelly, Robin. Em is out of town w/Nik and Spencer. Elizabeth leaves Sunday morning Lufthansa with a lay over in London then Air Italia to the farm.
“We’re always bidding you farewell,” says Lainey.
“That’s what happens when you move away,” Elizabeth replies thoughtfully. "How is it with you."
"Don't ask me a college friend of Patrick's moved here an orthopedic surgeon. She's friendly enough but its making me uncomfortable."
"Why?"
It's the talk of the good ole' days, remember when...I want to be friendly but she's pissing me off. They converse in amphiboles its getting to me but it could be my imagination enough about that ...she looks at Elizabeth pensively. "And how is it going for you?"
"Seems like you've moved on in those pictures with Gregor. Who knew that all these years he’s some famous actor's’ son,” says Kelly,
"Oh those pictures, so you noticed." says Elizabeth.
"Yes, I noticed you're smiling, laughing and enjoying yourself. Did you really notice them? Elizabeth you look happy," Lainey says.
"With a handsome man." adds Epiphany, "and there's nothing wrong with that. Do you see anything wrong with that?"
Rosanna chimes in, "Not a thing."
Robin and Kelly bobbles their heads side to side...no.
"Nope." Lainey pours them up, after they chant their lick slam and suck it mantra, "well seems like our Elizabeth has that covered."
"So since that's covered how about for our last round a toast to paradise the sun, sand, and sea until we all meet them again....together." says, Robin.
"Here here!" says Rosanna.
When she leaves Jakes' she is well roasted....and toasted. But she something she hadn't noticed when she gets to Grams she scrutinizes their photographs on and off line. She's smiling, laughing, dancing having fun. She runs her finger over his face, "I miss you and everybody going on and on about these pictures is just making me hotter for you. Maybe I'm right just chalk this up to a fun romantic holiday and leave it at that. Like Cy and Heveraux a one night stand only ours lasted ten days."
Its time to get thoughts of having sex with Gregor off her mind the exhibit is coming up and she hasn't thought about it but since she's going what the hell is she wearing? She looks among her very sparse wardrobe. Wait...! That textile Kate created years ago is one of those boxes and its from a painting she digs deep for it. A little more airing out and it'll be perfect. Kate taught her a trick to get the wrinkles out turn on the shower to hot let it run turn it off and leave the dress in the steam for a few minutes. A few more days with Audrey then they go home again, home again jiggity jig.
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On the night of the exhibition, Elizabeth is thinking about Cy because she's about to cuss; the kids are relentless, Cameron wants to go to Morgan's, Jakey is running motorcycles everywhere, and Camille wants to go to the exhibit since she can't she's playing make up - dress up while Elizabeth is getting dressed. In order to settle her down, she promises to think about a third hole in her ear just to catch a break. For a seven year, old she makes a good argument.."Mom I can wear one earring when I lose the other one in the third hole."
She shuts her bedroom door its pretty much the same as when she was a teenager rebelling authority. Sipping a glass of Marcello wine, Astorre keeps Audrey stocked ..a moment of peace...Ahh...sweet silence. She decides on the thong low heeled sandals, because she has no shoes that will work, maybe there's a pair in those boxes she digs through them again...
With her less is more made up face she sneaks out the back to the front where there is a limo waiting. "Felix?"
"Audrey called, well you can't drive yourself in your ten year old vehicle. With all those high steppers watching, you have to at least arrive in style."
Not to mention she doesn't feel like driving...when they try to enter Front Street the traffic is too backed up to get through. "Felix I'll walk the rest of the way and thanks."
When she enters her studio she can't help but to think of Jason he renovated the whole building for it. The gallery where the exhibit is being held is an add on that connects to her old studio by two massive carved tile inlay doors she runs right into the builder of them, Robbie Wentworth.
"Glad you decided to come."
"Its good seeing you Robbie how is it going?"
"Lots of attention for us and its sold out; Carly worked hard too Elizabeth."
Robbie has changed too within these last five years his paintings are selling regularly and he's smitten with Urania encouraged by Georgy.
"Good news, let me take a peek at the show."
Already she's nodding at familiar faces from the past. Luke Spencer, Sonny Corinthos with Glenn, Milo and Max, Maxie and Georgy Jones. They all compliment how wonderful she looks. What they're thinking is poor abandoned Elizabeth.
Carly comes up behind her," isn't this great."
Elizabeth squeezes her hand, "Yeah it is now to see the macabre madness of a genius."
"Its pretty gross but he's famous for it so. Carlo is here," says Carly jumping up and down. To look at her you'd never guess the sadness behind her smiles she looks radiant in a peek-a-boo cutaway dress royal blue with matching color pumps her eyes are gleaming against the color. Her dress matches the decorations so Elizabeth assumes she had a hand in it...the place is really put together elegantly.
"The studio looks amazing ... Carly I'd like to visit Michael tomorrow. Is it ok?"
The gleam went down a notch, she's trying to find joy wherever she can, "of course it is I'll call and make sure you're still on the list....see you later. Gotta mix and mingle and talk up some donations for 19." She moves farther into the crowd.
"Oh, and thanks for having Cameron and MiMi over so much it means a lot to them."
"Anytime." Carly disappears in the throng of cameras.
She's alone in the exhibit its a bed with ropes every where... a trickle of blood on the pillow. On the floor sits a man, "Elizabeth Morgan finally I get to show with you."
"Mr. Franco we finally meet." He's handsome he doesn't look like a man fascinated by serial killers. He has a reputation for being difficult maybe its a hazard of being a recluse. He doesn't get out that often not to mention his controversial subject matter...at least he's not as much into dead bodies as was once. Not his usual bloody mess its still crime scenes and criminals. It looks like this unfortunate victim was strangled. Another set up called "Background Check" shows mug shots, rap sheets with newspaper articles and surveillance footage.
Suddenly flashes pop from everywhere questions are coming at her double speed, "Ms. Webber any comment on the romantic getaway are you and Astorre still seeing each other?"
He shakes a can of spray paint ... red of course, "Gentlemen get the fuck outta' here." He sprays a camera's lens then closes the door he continues shaking his paint can, "Sorry about that." He has a wicked smile.
She smiles back tightly.
"So what do you think of my latest installments?"
"You had a troubled childhood."
"Not so it was loving and if you have a late night supper with me I'll tell you all about it and you can tell me the story of being the wife to a hit man."
"Nothing to tell we were married now we are divorced...a short story."
"Oh you're teasing me Ms. Morgan. I know this is your studio and that he renovated it for your art ...see...and I bet you have other stories to tell."
"Why don't you ask him he knows better than I."
He gets closer, "come on have a night cap from one recluse to another, we're mirror opposites we compliment each other our stories are so similar. Wouldn't you agree?" He's trying to seduce her.
"No I wouldn't, excuse me Mr. Franco, your exhibit is interesting to say the least."
He jumps up and sprays something on the wall...letters and numbers. "I bet I can get your panties down your thighs before this night is done. Those pictures with that man tells me you're a passionate woman."
She gets very close as if she's about to kiss him takes the paint can out of his hand, "You're right your eyes didn't deceive you....I am," she sprays paint on his shirt. "Good night Mr. Franco." She leaves the door open after she walks through.
Just as she makes her way past the crowd of snapping photographers in walks Jason Morgan....and Sam McCall. That insensitive bastard brought her to their studio, .... my studio. She's in a state of shock.... how dare you.
Sam McCall in an ugly dress that's too tight and too short. She has saddlebags under her eyes and her hair is stringy but she's milking the moment for all its worth she cozies closer slips her hand in his. She's never felt so humiliated as right now in front of her family, friends how can he disrespect her bringing that woman inside her studio. Flash bulbs are popping off everywhere...then suddenly a familiar through the lights a face emerges with that boisterous baritone voice,
"My darling so sorry to keep you waiting," Astorre plants a kiss that lasts at least two minutes that takes her breath away. His hands trails all the way down her back. She leans into his exquisitely tailored silver jacket he's gorgeous and gracious hamming it up for the press while they snap wildly. Photographers reporters are shouting out...."Ms Webber ....Astorre what is going on ? Are you two serious?"
She kisses his eye lids, "I'm so very glad you're here," she says unaware of whose listening they're in another bubble.
"Its alright mi cara...you're with me now." Suddenly a microphone interrupts them,
"Mr. Marcello, Cade Netto US Weekly, How serious are you with Ms. Morgan?"
"As serious as a man can get... excuse us."
"Webber, Mr. Netto, I'm Elizabeth Webber."
"For the time being," Astorre turns up the wattage and gives a movie star quality smile a lifetime experience of turning on the charm from the best in the business.
She takes his hand leads him through the large wood tiled doors and bolts them behind her. She clicks a switch and a dividing wall moves into place they walk hand in hand down the pedway to her sanctuary where she locks the door behind him. She kicks off her shoes, jumps on the sofa and pulls him in by the jacket's lapels kissing him intensely, writhing against him repeating his name, "Astoree, Astorre, I've missed you so; I thought I'd go insane."
He picks her up off the sofa and looks to the door.
"Don't worry about the reception they can't get back here the door is solid, the partition is steel and this exit is not accessible to the gallery only by the pedway. "When did you get to Port Charles, how did you know?"
When Carlo mentioned he was coming for the exhibit we came together. We got in yesterday I checked in the Metro Court and asked Carly not to reveal my surprise. I wanted discuss the pictures in person. Its my shortcoming and I apologize; I really forgot the paparazzi has been on the loose."
"Its not all your shortcoming mine too I wanted publicity remember?"
"Darling the best way to handle it is like you've been doing ignoring it only addressing it when you have to and keeping blase'...light hearted...The press is fickle they'll move on to something else. But I have minimized the damage and found the source of the leak how they knew so much wasn't just them following us around. Danielle fed them some information too that won't happen again just forgive me this once."
"It.... that's what I'm calling the publicity from now on."
He's looking around the "Sanctuary" on an easel he sees the drawing of him from nearly six years ago when he came to her studio to profess his love. He wanted to say don't marry him marry me but he didn't ... He throws off his jacket unbuttons his shirt, then his pants. He's stripping he wants to make love she starts disrobing.
"No no mi bella." He stops her when she gets down to the unmentionables he bought for her. "You miss me, show me how much." He moves an easel towards her. "Elizabeth paint tonight."
She tears up, "you know don't you."
"How can I not my darling." He observes her intently as she stares at the drawing then back to the blank canvas holding palette there's a look of panic as if she's trying to convince herself. Its as if she wants to she makes an attempt to start but her struggle is too much for him he moves the canvas and holds her. He'll punish himself for willing her to paint but who knows it could have worked. When he saw it tearing her apart he abandoned the effort.
When he lets go and puts on his shirt she breaks out laughing.
"What's...so funny madam?"
"You with a shirt on top but nothing at the bottom."
She pulls out the sofa bed he hops in his feet hangs off its edge, "I promised myself not to interfere but I'm so arrogant; I had a romantic notion you'd see my body and wouldn't stop drawing. But all that matters now is promise me tomorrow starts with you..... and the day after that."
She smiles, "you've helped more than you know." They doze off entwined in each other's arms when she awakens its almost daybreak. As they're leaving she rolls up his drawing and puts it in the first art bag she bought as a teen.
"Come on my lover I'm visiting Micheal Corinthos later this morning, Mimi has a piano rehearsal, for her recital, nothing fancy, just the kids playing some pieces they learned at camp its about an hour or so afterwards we go home."
During breakfast Astorre tells her a plan, "How about this? I'll visit Audrey later today after I sleep in a real bed. Tomorrow can I take you home? On our vacation it was fine for me to take over but its not my intent to control your life. I have wasted so much time there's much to make up for...just pull me in when I go too far."
"OK but I want you to take me home, knowing you there'll be an extra something wonderful and I can't wait to find out what's coming next. Thank you for being here I needed you last night."
"What about tonight?" He asks sensuously.
"Mimi has a rehearsal for tomorrow, afterwards how about a double feature, movies, popcorn and Junior mints. What do you think of my plan do you need to pull me in ...is it going too far?" She asks.
"Not far enough," he replies with a smile.
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When she visits comatose Michael Corinthos Carly is there. "There's been no change a few reflexes that's all. I remember when Leticia was in a coma she snapped out of it but Michael its been a year...nothing. I realize its not the same set of circumstances ...but ..."
"No its not... but something is the same... hope....don't give up Carly." Elizabeth hugs her, "Don't ever give up."
"I'll be outside for awhile you can visit without my blubbering."
Elizabeth sits by his bedside talking she turns on a radio to a station playing the latest hits. When she looks up there is Gregor.
He says in Italian, "I didn't know this young man well but I know his aunt and his mother and Leticia; I hope you don't mind my intrusion but when you said you were coming while I'm here I wanted to show my resp.......Elizabeth he just opened his eyes."
When she looks back, they are closed after a minute or so slowly they flutter open. Elizabeth runs to the waiting room her eyes dart around looking for Carly who is getting potato chips from a vending machine she's almost out of breath she's screaming at the top of her lungs, "Carly, Carly he's awake! I left Gregor to keep him talking; I told the nurse...." They both are jumping up and down in hysterics.
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Elizabeth and Astorre stay with Carly in the waiting room she's on her cell when the doctor comes in for his report.
"Michael has come out of it my initial examinations show he's responding to stimuli...light sound and he's initiating voluntary actions he's been taken for an MRI and we've contacted Drs. Hunter and Drake. Our only concern is that he doesn't lapse back into coma state when he naturally falls asleep...if he can get past a few sleep cycles we're home free."
Carly is besides herself, "I don't know if it was the music or Italian but something woke him up and for that I'm grateful....he said Mom .....he recognizes me and he said to Gregor you're than man who saved my mom and Leticia aren't you? "
"And that's another good sign his long term memory is already sharp," says Dr. Fenner.
Just then Jax rushes in, "I got here as fast as I could; Sonny and Jason are on their way."
Elizabeth doesn't want to see Jason Morgan even in the best of circumstances, "we should get going Jax its good to see you. This is unbelievable I'm glad we were here with you."
Carly hugs her, "I am too oh Elizabeth I am too."
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Later that day, she and Gregor make spaghetti, garlic bread, assorted grilled vegetables, with giant meatballs his specialty they're not sure why maybe its lunch.
They keep their silly celebration of Micheal's waking up going, bumping into each other, laughing. Today is Astorre's first time with the kids she hopes everything goes well. In fact, it goes too well. While Audrey is pleased as punch Cameron is observant and quiet, Mimi is polite and quiet. Even Jakey is on good behavior he's always quiet.
Elizabeth looks around the table, "OK what's going on and where are my children?"
"Its him," Mimi points a finger at Cameron.
"Cameron."
"If we're good then Gregor won't leave like he did before ...just....like Jason."
She kisses her son, "Honey Jason leaving has nothing to do with you kids or me it was something he decided all on his own."
"Cameron I think you remember me, Mi Bella, was only about two and Jacob wasn't born but in my opinion you should not be something you're not. One day I hope to become your mother's new husband; But that depends on you its important for us to get to know each other, the real you and the real me. And I vow no matter what happens I won't leave you again we'll stay a part of each other's lives always I hope we'll look out for each other." Astorre negotiates with the shrewdest businessmen but a ten, seven and five year old has never occurred to him.''
"Will you come to my recital?" Asks Mimi in Italian. "I'm playing a song from a spaghetti commercial."
Astorre's smiles, now he sees Elizabeth's descriptions in action Cameron and Mimi work as a team of charmers; Cameron sets it up while she goes in to close. Camille is a lot like her in mannerisms although Elizabeth has said it only began after Jason left. Jacob other than his strong resemblance to his father he hasn't quite figured out, he replies in Italian, "Thank you for the invitation, I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Early evening Port Charles New York,
After the rehearsal, Elizabeth picks up Camille they while the rain stops they hurriedly cross the park its been sprinkling on and off all day instead of the night being steamy the temperature has dropped.
"Elizabeth."
She turns towards the recognizable voice but doesn't break their stride, "there will be no contact go away."
Jason Morgan watches Camille skipping along side Elizabeth in Emily's old riding boots he remembers when she gifted them to her in high school. Before they disappear, from a distance, she holds up her hand he isn't positive but it looks like she just gave him the finger.
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The next day, at the end of the recital to Astoree's surprise, there is a limo waiting one he didn't arrange.. Elizabeth recognize the new model and who is behind the wheel.
"Anybody going to Port Charles' airport?"
Elizabeth laughs then introduces Astorre, "Gregor this is my dear friend Felix Diggs and this is Astorre Marcello but we call him Gregor sometimes." Astorre knows who Felix Diggs is he's the brother of Timothy Diggs the man Torneau killed.
Felix shakes his hand recognizes he's one of the names on the checks he received from his brother killer's bank account James Torneau and restitution from Andrei Karpove. What he doesn't know is Astorre assassinated Karpove and Jason Morgan shot down Torneau in the rescue of Jasper Jacks. They talk shop Felix tells him about his delivery business and "the new model."
"Mr. Marcello you ride in these rigs I'd sure appreciate what you expect from the services you've used. Nothing elaborate just so we know where we stand and keep in line with our competition ."
He looks over at Elizabeth's family, "I'd be delighted if you deem my input only if it can wait for a few weeks; I have some bonding to do."
When they drive further into the airport, "I believe we are in hanger #7 Mr. Diggs," says Gregor.
As they approach, "Mom look, look at that airplane," squeals Cameron, backed up by Mimi even Jakey is bug-eyed."
Audrey whistles, "Well well this is some aircraft."
Elizabeth flexes her brows disapprovingly. "This isn't the same one we rode in before...its...its.."
Astorre opens the door for Elizabeth to speak directly..."I confess its a bit much but I had to pull out the stops. In business its about the wow factor flaunting materialistic things, besides, there is more room to play...yes?"
"Is this a trick question?"
Cam, Mimi and Jake noses press to the window, "my money is on Elizabeth," says Felix.
"Not a chance, I've got twenty he'll have her laughing by the end of the conversation."
"You're on," saysFelix.
"Astorre you can't throw around your money to get in their good graces certainly a man who swims with the sharks can handle minnows."
"But this is our extreme circumstance I've got three miniature people to convince I am the right man for you."
She narrows expressionless eyes.
Astorre taps the cement floor with the tip of his A. Testoni made-to-measure Prêt-à-porter loafers, "Oh-kay, but on that plane," he points, "are movies, buttered popcorn and chocolat' ...ahhh...I mean Junior mints."
She bursts into a fit of laughter, "just like you to stack the deck. What else is there Ummmm?"
"They have a few more weeks before school begins lets go somewhere together. Its too soon for me to stay at your place but if we all take a vacation in a hotel we can sneak away and you can ravish me. What do you say?"
Elizabeth didn't think twice. What would they do? Go back to stew on the farm when she'll want to be near him, "I'll call Signora to join us."
Astorre kisses her lightly, "splendid."
Felix pushes a button; the glass partition slides down. Audrey puts out her hand through.
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Later, the kids are watching the Wizard of Oz or Harry Potter while Elizabeth and Astorre lie cuddled on a sofa in the front with Scuzzy ensconced atop a chair with a fake fur throw his new favorite spot a triple feature Catherine Deneuve in The Last Metro and Scorsese’ Age of Innocence. By the time they get to The French Lieutenant’s Woman they are in a hot and heavy make out session that somehow falls short of going all the way. They fall asleep in each other arms Astorre answers a late night call.
“Hey everything is mine except that last line I didn’t write it they tagged some comment from somewhere sorry about that."
“Thank you Georgy this should help throw them off our trail.” It’s an old trick from an upbringing with media savvy parents who used it time and again: plant where you’re going as if you’ve been there, mix it up throw a bunch of places out then feed the information to one source Georgy will minimize the latest scoop media crush of his life.
Elizabeth stirs in his arms, “did it go off OK.” Astorre nuzzles her neck, “yes my darling.”
Its official, all signs of a serious romance is and Astorre Marcello and Elizabeth Webber are still tearing through the globe after saucy pictures were released via the internet. The pair attended the Franco art exhibit hosted at her Port Charles, New York studio the two were seen at her daughter’s piano recital, joined by her family and friends. Sculptors Carlo DeSoto and Carly Jacks held a private dinner at the Merto Court including husband International Financier Jasper Jacks. With kids in tow they Nght flighted for a stint on the isle of Ischia, then Rome’s Cesare Hotel, by week’s end they left for Marcello's winery in Piedmont. Georgiana Jones, Reuters
Ms. Webber is the latest amongst his amorous encounters including French film siren Danielle Arpessa.
Ischia Island Bay of Naples
Their ten days together has been idyllic memorable cliffside views, pinewood forests at a resort and spa. His villa is close to theirs so when Signora arrived its easy to sneak away to make love or go to a nightclub. He takes them everywhere The Museum of the Sea, a medieval costume parade. They travel to the Porto one of Michelangelo's favorite holiday spots, tour the Aragonese Castle. The kids enjoy the beaches, they pick up snorkeling right where they left off. Astorre told tall tales all along the way,
“Why is the sand so hot?” Asks Cameron.
“Because this island was made by a volcano and it sits right on top of it. So when you hear the big boom and this hot sticky liquid is between your toes make a run for it.”
But it hasn’t been without a downside…she can tell he’s not used to the pace of three children. He’s trying hard though but this may not be for him the noise level seemed to be too much he’s use to quiet and many times took to secluding himself for hours at a time.
And Astorre can be irascible, one night, at his London townhouse. Jakey ran into a pedestal chasing after his motorcycle thank goodness Cameron's soccer reflexes kicked in and he miraculously caught a vase before it hit the floor. When she pointed out, rather tersely, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea to bring the kids to his house of artifacts he gave back as good as he got.
“Do you think I give a damn about this vase?” He throws it in the fireplace.
His eyelashes drooped halfway over dark eyes that held her in a smoldering glance, “Why do you continue in this fact finding mission for any excuse for us not to work?” he stormed out.
It took Jake to cool him off he found him sulking on the terrace, “I sorry; I'll be careful and watch the motocycle.”
Astorre smoking a cigarette promptly discards it, “Thank you for apologizing but it was an accident you are more important than that vase always remember that nothing in this house is more important than you. Do you understand?”
Jake shakes his head yes.
Astorre picks him up and walks him to the fireplace, "I broke it and it was not an accident.”
They both laugh Astorre finds Cameron and Mimi then explains his collection. “This one is from my father’s friend who went to heaven quite early in life.”
“Did your daddy go away to heaven?” Asks Mimi.
“Yes cherie.”
Mimi signals him to bend down, she kisses his cheek puts her arm around his neck. “Did you cry … when my daddy went away I cried.”
“Yes Bella I cried.”
“Can I see your daddy’s picture?” She asks.
Remembering his father is usually painful but not today, “My father was in movies so there are many pictures.”
“Can I see his movie?” Asks Cameron
“We’ll show one tonight it is one of his funny movies it will make you laugh.”
“This one looks like Carlo from the Brush and Chisel,” Cameon points to a sculpture.
“It is, he made it especially for me many year as ago when I was a teen,” laughs Astorre.
“Mommy say cig-ette make you sick,” whispers Jake in his ear.
Astorre puts him down stooping tremendously to reach his ear, “she is right I have to stop before I get sick.”
“Cuz you get can-ser.” Jake says in two distinct syllables.
“We have to visit you in the hospital,” says Mimi.
“How about we find Jake a special place to run around with that apparatus?” he points to his yellow motorcycle then we’ll have chestnut gelato.
Jake holds up his toy, “Okay that not ap-rat-us this a moto-cycle.”
They have ice-cream in Jake’s newly selected special place on the floor. Astorre asks in Italian, “What would you say if I asked your mother to marry me."
”What does that mean?” Camille asks.
Astorre runs his fingers through his curly hair, “well it means since your mother is no longer married she can choose another husband if she wants too, if I ask her to be my wife and she says yes, we would have a wedding. Then I will be her husband so we all live together. We will share the same bedroom and I sleep in the same bed with your mommy."
"Like Daddy use to." Camille says.
"Yes," Astorre is searching for the way, "but if you don’t like it then I won’t ask her.”
“So if you marry her then you won't leave us like Jason?” Asks Cameron.
“No, I told you no matter what that will never happen.”
“Will you be my father?” Asks Mimi.
“If you want me to be but that depends on you.”
“I don’t have a daddy he went away and won’t talk to us anymore suppose you change your mind like he did.” Camille begins to cry.
“I won’t change my mind. Come here, …I didn’t mean to upset you we don’t know each other well enough to speak of love but I’m looking forward to that. I have known your mommy and Cameron a long time before you were born and I love them and I met you when you were about two years old so I have some catching up to do with you and Jake. The problem is I want to marry your mother and it may be before we get to know each other better. We may have to get to know each other after the wedding... that is if you all agree.”
Camille looks to Cameron who gives his approval, she is the spokesperson. "yes its ok... Do you have a piano?”
“Yes, but not in this house.”
“How many houses do you have?” Asks Camille.
“I have one; my parents have nine but some of them were given to them by their parents.”
“Which one will we live in?” Asks Camille.
“All of them.”
Hours later he found Elizabeth laying down he tapped the door she bode him to come in. Sitting on the bedside he kisses her palm, “I am difficult sometimes but darling there will be an adjustment for all of us but if we want it to it can still happen. Just because I don’t have any doesn’t mean I don’t understand children; I was once a child too. He hesitates, “…that vase is a present from Danielle.”
“Oops,” Elizabeth laughed because he's like that no matter what they always make each other feel good in the end.
On Ischia, she's enjoyed him in ways she never has, more than he knows but after this whirlwind two months its time to get back to her her place in the world she'll take all this with her and figure out the next step.
Greystone, Port Charles, New York
Jason Morgan is in short temper and being closed in on all sides his family is freezing him out because of his relationship with Sam, not only is he reeling from the Chronicle’s Interviews with a Home Town Girl the only way to avoid Elizabeth’s engagement is by not turning on a television, pick up a magazine or newpaper. They even had Scuzzy covered on a Pet Magazine as the most well traveled feline he flipped through channels and landed on PetPlanet TV there was Mimi carrying him aboard one of Marcello jets with a kid interviewing her she flat out said, “my daddy doesn't want us anymore.”
Sonny should be back from visiting Michael; the doctors say he’s making a remarkable recovery. When he goes in the kitchen for a beer there’s a stack of magazines he’s afraid to pick one up.
He’s close to finding Michael’s shooter but to make matters worse Anthony Zacharra is looming on the horizon he's still not over he burnt his mansion down and with his beloved roses. And there are new threats, the Balkan and the Lopez Brothers. Franco is stalking trying to bait him into some kind of contest he’s leaving hints and clues all over town approaching people he cares about. He followed Carly and Josslyn before he could put that fire out he got a call from some assistant of Brenda’s, Suzanne, she’s in big trouble. The problem is her location, Rome…The Consortium he can’t go in there without a Marcello sanction, something tells him he's not getting it.
Sonny walks in, “damn traffic.' He's feeling the pinch too, he pours a drink, “Brenda is in deep do-do in Rome.”
Jason stares at the magazines, “I just got word some guy tried to slash her face her assistant Suzanne called my number was on some old contacts of hers. Are you going to her?”
Sonny is still seeing District Attorney Claire Walsh, “I can get away but, Claire is in hot water with her office because of me and Michael just woke up, I got Anthony breathing all around me but I set up another meet with Marcello in Piedmont. Under the circumstances, I’ll take Max, Glenn, and Milo you can fly in but…”
There is no way Jason is sitting through Marcello's egotistical innuendos, “I don’t want to see Marcello he's banging my ex-wife just let him know I’m in Rome.”
"Uhhh Jason its a little more complicated than that..they just g...." Before he finishes Max rushes in with the land line an emergency Michael's doctors need permission for a test. "Carly is off in New Mexico for an exhibit with that Desoto character I got to take this." Sonny taps a magazine while talking to Dr. Matt Hunter who just missed him at the hospital.
Sonny is doing homework before his meet; Jason should have known better he flips through the magazine, and sure enough.
Another most eligible out of circulation winemaker, financier, Astorre Marcello will say I Do this October as previously reported he presented an engagement ring to ladylove, Elizabeth Webber on the Isle of Ischia in August. The from out of nowhere couple who took paparazzo by storm began openly dating only a few months ago but have known each other ten years.
How did he select the ring? Well he didn’t. Elizabeth’s son chose the yellow diamond because its sparkly like his mother and she would always be under the sun she adores….The princess cut is her daughter’s choice because of her Princess aunt. Second son didn’t pay much attention to the goings on he spent his time on the floor with their cat Scuzzy playing with his motorcycle….the yellow one.
The exclusive jeweler was so impressed with the tiny tots he created a one of kind ring especially for them from two collections Endless Love™, which embodies devotion to ‘micro pave,’ and “Romantique.” The designer explains it as their “trademark" is the architectural detail in the setting around each stone, which offers elegant and stylish vintage hand carved fine detail that gives the feel of antique engagement rings with a beautiful Grecian leaf carved design and burnished and pave set diamonds. To see the exquisite ring up close go to website romantique.com or endlesslove.com
Georgy Jones, Vanity Fair, Italia
What the fu...no way is she marrying that pompous primped up prick. A Eurostyle playboy is not her type this is just rebounding. She'll come to her senses and that's when he'll beg for forgiveness. It won't be easy it'll be harder than last time but she will because she still loves him...he stares at their picture this wedding won't happen four months after their divorce.
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