Part X Beguiled Page 2
To: Quartermaine Mansion
66 Harborview Road
Port Charles, New York
Elizabeth spent the morning of their anniversary sending postcards to the Quartermaines telling each something different about the kids. That way they'll have something to talk about she loaded up new pictures online with captions under each one she's finishing up the last batch before Astorre wakes up.
Cameron's tenth birthday .... he's the only one so far with any patience for drawing and painting he's creating comic books of super heroes. Mimi scuba diving....Jakey scuba diving... Cameron at martial arts. Oh woe is me, these children's lives are full of classes. Here's Mimi at ballet..... Astorre teaching them martial arts....Goofy Cameron is trying music he's pecking at this guitar .... Ummm..Jake isn't interested ....Jake sits by Mimi while she plays the piano and here he is watching Cameron draw... Oh my, Jakey is painting today... Cameron draws..... Here's Mimi with her new birthday piano PS...she's playing at the Ravello festival with our friends Davide and Renalto please come see her. Also, I got invited to design this year's poster here's my first drawing what do you think? Umm what else have I missed it was so good to spend time together at Cannes and I'm so proud of Dillon .... come over to see us,.. Tracey Cameron wants to know if he can visit ELQ ... We'll spend Thanksgiving with you this year instead of Halloween if that's OK. We miss you! Love Elizabeth.
As she's explained to Astorre its of monumental importance they keep ties to their grandparents its not the Quartermaine's fault what Jason did to his kids. "I'll always reach out to them."
He tries to reach out too he sailed them into Marseilles for a day after their win and under the circumstances it went well. He's most charismatic when he's in his stomping grounds. Tracey was mesmerized, spell bound she giggled and agreed with everything he said, it was hard to stifle laughing. Even Alan commented, he hadn't seen her like this since they were teens back in their boat house days. Also it doesn't hurt that her business venture with Altjir Bank is profitable she and Skye still sit on the Board of the bank they helped Astorre steal from Andrei Karpove.
Slowly everything is beginning to gel. Signora brings in the afternoon Rome Post she expected the article on the tribute, Astorre and Paola Marcello attended The Rome Film Festival at Auditorium Parco Della Musica on October 30, in Rome, Italy.
Paola accepted the award for her husband's contribution to the cinema. Mr. Marcello spoke again publically about his father (except for a nod at Cannes earlier this year) he hasn't mentioned his father in press. "We thank the jurors for this prestigious recognition my father was a movie star then an enthralled movie maker."
Paola Marcello elegant in a gown by her daughter-in-law's friend American designer Kate Howard spoke on how her husband absolutely loved awards and walking the red carpet he rallied around film makers rewarded for their hard work. Paola shocked the crowd,
"The public doesn't always know what goes into making movies like the weather conditions if its too cold to be in a swimsuit or if its too hot and muddy, rainy maybe the equipment broke down there are so many things that can go awry behind the illusion.
There are many reasons why I support those who are protesting the government cuts in contributions to this art form. For certain, if my husband was alive today he would be outside with them holding a sign instead of in here like me accepting this award."
It takes three months working every day just to compile the hand written notes. Elizabeth called Stanford Johnson from Port Charles who flies in after the new year with his girlfriend Regina an Executive at ELQ. He met Astorre as Gregor in Port Charles when he let him into the Penthouse two one morning on Cameron's word since Spinelli is working his PI angle he has taken on most of StaNelli services.
"We meet again," says Stanford. "Elizabeth clued me a few months ago on what you need and I've been working on what I think is a solution. I created an OLC reader script based on the handwriting samples you sent me. Here let me show you how it works..." He hooks up a scanner then calibrates it to the correct settings..."what I've done Astoree is designed software specifically from your father handwriting of numbers and letters lower case an upper case ... now all you have to do is scan in his notes this software will convert it into a document...save the original and you can change whatever you want. It also has the ability to convert it into several languages."
Astorre watches the process, "Will this work on the ones in bad shape?"
"That's where this part comes in he takes one of the older copies. It magnifies translucent against contrasting hues so its easier to read its ...like this, see the words pop out at you." Stan works it until the writing stands out; "I'm free for the next month or so... I mean it would be a chore to stay away from below zero, snowy Port Charles to be in warm and sunny Rome but I'm willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. I'm available to help scan the older manuscripts in and we can re-work them while I make adjustments to the software since I don't read or speak Italian you can help me tweek the transcriber."
Astorre is impressed, "Elizabeth says you are good but Stan I had no idea something like this can be done. So you can make this software do what we need it to do?"
"That or very close to it." Stan laughs.
"If you accept you're hired and of course you'll be compensated for developing this program for us."
"Its designed by me but you purchased so its yours once we iron it out we'll patent it. I use Elizabeth's patent lawyer he's very thorough."
"Depending on your plans you're invited to stay here with us but if you prefer privacy we have a standing suite we rarely use at the Cesari you're welcome to it." "We took the rail straight from the airport, we haven't checked in that'll be great Regina is here for about ten days; I can stay on to wrap this up."
"Its a twenty minute walk across the park I'm available every day you're able to work on this ...and ...we show you some of our Rome not just the tourist version."
"We look foward to it ...well to start things off I'm leaving this scanner hooked up here whenever you're ready you can start scanning some pages and lets see what happens." Astorre hasn't figured out exactly what he's doing. Is he writing a book, a screenplay for a film? He'll just have to play it by ear but either way he this pile needs to be converted and organized.
After dinner they all walked to Albergo Cesàri the kids point out landmarks along the way Trevi Fountain, the Chamber of Deputies and Piazza Venezia, by the time they walked back home. Astorre is excited.
Two months later
He's changed but doesn't know it yet he gave up the chair of the consortium and is easing himself out he's still a financier but mostly his investments has to do with his production company but its more than that he's emotionally vested. This is Paola's story too and he isn't bringing her into it until he's ironed out the wrinkles. He's bought jeans... yes, blue jeans but he hasn't worn them so far. He hasn't spent as much time in the two thousand dollar suits and the hand crafted loafers, monogram handkerchiefs and socks.
The press has a field day when he drops out of the top five ranking of the year's most stylish men and there's much debate as to why. Of course Danielle Arpessa attributes this fall from grace to his marital status as a newfound family man stopping short of publically pointing a finger directly at Elizabeth as the main culprit of his demise. He regained some credibility when he showed up in The Masters celebrating the stories behind Italian fashion that touted his inimitable and timeless style which also highlighted his ankle flashing strut.
He was further redeemed as a trend setter when he was snapped in a Brunello Cucinelli peak lapel Panama suit walking the kids school; what the press didn't see is later that evening the same suit jacket was thrown on the door knob and his long sleeved cotton pique polo shirt was rolled up giving Jacob a bath. He was too sick to go it on his own. A few weeks later, another photo pops up in a snakeskin jacket. The consensus? ... he's evolving.
Astorre is six months into his project and from what he can see his father's screenplay can definitely be expanded but he needs a writer who can not only smooth this out but is familiar with the Marcello family and can be objective. Then he'll bring it to his mother for her input; he calls Le Pensione's land line and leaves Georgy Jones a message.
122 Harborview Drive
Penthouse Two
Port Charles, New York
Jason Morgan throws a few more Ts in his duffel bag along with an extra pair of jeans when Sam slithers seductively down the stairs, "Where are you headed?" She puts herself right on him he avoids it by putting another pair of socks in his bag. He's been on the computer again its a split screen still up,
one “Elizabeth Webber”a new exhibition at Cincinnati’s Contemporary Arts Center, traces visual vocabulary to the artist’s first years in Port Charles, Rome, Corsica, through a collection of videos and works on paper, including early journal entries, also Mrs Webber introduces her first works in The Marcello Collection, “Finding their way home.” series.
two Astorre and Elizabeth Marcello attended The 37th annual Monte Carlo International Circus Festival with their children. A week later they were seen at Russia's Winter Festival in Trafalgar Square that featured among other performers the Flying Micheles and Yakoubovi Troup. topix.net/it/rome "a business trip."
"Admit it Jason you're going to see Elizabeth?"
"I have to warn her about Franco with her highly publicized lifestyle she and the kids are easy targets." That's not all true he just wants to see them and this is an in he's taking this as an opportunity. He got out of Stan she's working out of Piedmont on that project he's involved in with her. He's not calling Marcello for an audience ...fuck him he's taking his chances.
"Well I'm coming too." That's what she said when she faked it they made love for all of twenty minutes from foreplay to a minor orgasm that barely made the Richter scale before he went south.
"Sandra ahh..Sam she doesn't like you and it would be awkward with Mimi." He rubs his shoulder it still stiffs up on him.
"You're right when are you leaving?"
"As soon as Sonny's jet is fueled and checked out tomorrow morning."
" I thought things were a little better between us last night."
"Yeah, I'll ahh see you in a few days" he goes to the master bath for more incidentals and a quick shower hopefully when he gets out she'll be gone. He's tired of her comments if he wants to read about Elizabeth he will and he's told her that If she doesn't like it she can go home.
He can see parallels in being stalked by Franco and his obsession with the family he ostracized from his life. He fires up the monitor keys into search Elizabeth Webber Marcello. If he keys in Morgan old information comes up....and just that fast another video is up on Marcello's production company new website Illusion. The same as the boat knowing Elizabeth that has some kind of meaning. Mystic Blu' is the name of the color she created after him. Its a Q and A Elizabeth and Astorre are sitting down in front of an audience. Marcello is speaking on Dillon's' film will it be eligible for an Academy Award Nomination or any American award since its been widely received in Europe with four awards. "There are so many film festivals world wide its hard to keep up. We may not have gotten released in time. But such a prestigious award I would be honored to be included."
Mr. Marcello the film community has waited a long time for your involvement did A Tale of Two Portraits change your mind.. "Yes it was the right time."
Then a reporter steps up,"Mrs. Marcello how is the Smile Train coming along?"
Taken by surprise Elizabeth asks, "and you are Ms.?"
"Hutchins at World News Forum."
"You're the first person that has asked me about that in two years thank you we're still actively raising funds we just completed a drive and I'll be going to a few countries starting late next year. $10,000 is enough for 40 new smiles is the slogan. Dillon is directing a documentary New Smiles and my husband is producing this time for me." The audience laughs. "The proceeds will go for new smiles."
Elizabeth walks to the front of the seats and hands her a card, "If you'd like to join our crusade please contact this number and let them know we need all the help we can get."
"Thanks I'd like to do this very much Wilhemina Hutchins again, to Mr. Marcello how is the paparazzi ?"
Astorre pretends to be amused, "we find ourselves frequently in the viewfinder of someone's telephoto lens." “Or binoculars,” adds Elizabeth. "Yes binoculars." Astorre's shakes his head up and down in agreement. What the interview doesn't include on their way home....
Elizabeth whispers, “I don't think I'll ever get over the strange phenomenon of being watched without knowing it." He wants to change the subject from paparazzi,
"I think this producer has worked hard and needs an escape from the chaos. I haven't had a break since my father's project got started. We've been good and stayed home how about just lose ourselves for a month?” Astorre asks.
“At least.” she replies.
“Say you can get away,” he pleads. “I can. Where will we go?” "To Piedmont so I can wrap up some of Paola's newest additions to Reverie," he kisses her nose opens the taxi's door for her, "then a deserted island of course," he laughs boisterously.
Its March from now onward weather turns for the better Almond and Magnolia trees began their blooms summer is around the corner its a good time in Piedmont for the kids festivals, festivals and more festivals. Last night after a morning at the chocolate festival they spent the evening kissing in the wine cellar.
"I think I’m starting to get it, but I have so much to understand about winemaking."
“Come here,” he takes her hand they walk among rows of barrels he places a sprocket in one hole fills a glass and then another. She does what he does turns the glass, holds it up to the light. "I'm studying its clarity." then inhales the aroma…"its bouquet.” When she sips its immediately recognizable, “St. Emilion.”
It’s my present to my beautiful anniversary bride, and we’ll taste it for every year. "Now isn’t that romantic?”
“Beyond words.”
He kisses her lips, “I try we’ll bottle it each year.”
"How did you get St. Emilion French grapes in Piedmont."
"Wow! you are better than you know... a friend of mine has set aside crop for this as I have for him many times. We trade grapes."
She kisses him back, “our own private stock.”
“Yes. We’ll refine it then it will become a private blend.”
“I’ll design the label,” she says.
“That’s good to hear,” he kisses her back. “we’ll have to create a name.“
“No.Ten Twelve,” she suggests
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“Umm very interesting #1012.
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The more time she spends here the more she gets that Monferatto is basically just a country town. "Now you understand why I went for glamour in the big city; I am a farm girl. Did you ever think you'd return to Port Charles..I mean before you married Astorre?"
"No Paola I have family and friends there so I'll always have ties that bind but I love living in the center of Rome and Italy is as much my home as Port Charles. I've spent an equal amount of time now in both places. The Quartermaines will always be a part of their grandchildren's lives.
My greatest fear was we wouldn't get along and I've been blessed twice to have a mother in law who not only likes me but who I admire and respect. I'm an American living in Italy married to an Italian.
This place is so beautiful I didn’t realize that there's so much to explore and such a strong blend of cultures.”
“Its pure Europa here French, German, Swiss and when you’re high up on this hilltop its hard to believe the Italian Riviera is only thirty minutes away. We traveled a lot but we spent a lot of time at Pierli Vineyards until Astorre went to Oxford but we still did things together."
“We found lovely bridges I’ve been drawing.”
“Be careful some of those rickety structures aren't safe.”
You know I grew up everywhere as a kid but Colorado was my favorite place and I”ll never forget that I adopted a bridge, well it was a group from my class but it was our responsibility to make sure it was inspected and we campaigned for government funds to have it refurbished. A plaque is still there I’m told with our names on it. Why can’t we do something like that here? Adopt a bridge any organization or a person, a city, school, just a group of people.”
They walk deeper into the vineyard, “It’s a great idea but until Reverie is more settled I won’t have much time but I can help there are people in the area you can pitch it to.”
She's wearing her rubber lined boots from Wal-mart she's been with Cy twice in the last year for lined rain gear there's no place like it. She points to another woody area, "we’re exploring the other side of that ridge .... are there more stone houses around?”
“Yes a couple in that area, I have never been able to make a decision on what to do with them most have fallen to such ill repair…they thrived when I was a child; the pickers lived in them during the season now times have changed. There must be something to do with them; there is one you must see that was reconstructed by Alessandro we use to go there in the seventies it was our love nest when we first fell in love here.” Paola squeezes her hand.
The kids are in Walmart jackets but today is warmer than its been in a long time in Piedmont. “Are you working on Reverie today?”
“Postponed…until later afternoon Astorre has an unexpected meeting to prepare for.” Paola is enjoying the whole process of writing a biography reliving her romance in her son's eyes has given her a different energy.
"Tell him after the drive we'll catch up to him maybe a swim,” she says in a hoity toity voice," Ta-Ta Mrs. Marcello.”
Paola mimics an Americanism from Epiphany’s son Stan, “Later.”
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Astorre steps out of the shower that helps rejuvenate him thankful he got an early start he left Elizabeth in bed at six spent the morning in the barrel room rolling barrels then walked the grounds with Pierli managers. Autumn is the time for harvesting and Pierli is one of the last of the big wine estates left in this region there is always something to do. He’s inside his walk in closet dressing area.
He laughs remembering Elizabeth’s first reactions,
“My God I can move in here…. its insanely too neat.”
He took out a few drawers along with some previously hung articles dumps them on the floor, “this is so much better.”
“We’re different about this Astorre…. your closet is a work of art. I’m going to paint it.” Later that day she began to sketch.
There’s very little to make him smile right now there are times when clothes make the man, sets the tone and this is one of them. He carefully chooses among his repertoire, his choice is narrowed to Savile Row Bespoke suits, he examines an Ozwald Boateng one of his Ultimate Bespoke tailors, his lines are clean, crisp and sharp, but not only that he’s edgy but not losing the Savile tradition modern not stodgy.
He chooses a pinstriped white on white shirt of blended Egyptian cottons cross stitched, his fingers run over the belts in his accessories chaise for a buckle-less snake skin black belt. He starts the automated shoe wall it moves row by row he stops it,
..Ah yes these…
He slides the special dyed hand crafted grayed black loafers that matches his suit out of its grayed black cashmere sleeves. All the sleeves are the color of the shoes in side it. His ties are color coordinated kept in drawers...a deep purple Italian silk tie with subtle dots of yellow and slides in his front pocket a handkerchief monogrammed in purple AGM in white cotton he never understood silk handkerchiefs its not a pleasant fabric to have under your nose. His full length wrap around mirror reflects the single garment method of over eighty-four hours of intensive labor, 170 parts individually hand cut and sewn together.
He leaves his hair as Elizabeth prefers it from the shower it’ll stay straight for awhile and then it’ll dry curly. No one would guess he hasn’t looked this way in a very long time, he sprits a new fragrance he’s been testing; his wife likes it so he wears it often. Astorre takes in a deep breath slides his sockless feet into loafers softer than a baby's a.ss is what a news article said about them.
I’m ready. If there is anything he's learned from his father is how to make a grand production...there are no lieutenants or second in commands, unaccompanied, he opens both doors in a wide exaggerated sweep, strides into his den, his hair has dried enough where a big curl bounces with each step.
“Good afternoon Mr. Morgan… and who do we have here?”
“Samantha, Sam McCall.” When he walked in it simply takes her breath away she extends her hand he doesn’t take it. This man came in to see Elizabeth at Franco’s art show she saw him from distance and of course on the internet in Jason’s magazines for some reason she can’t keep her eyes off him it isn’t just because she hasn’t had a good lay in year but she doesn’t recall ever seeing a man with a suit on that looks as if someone poured him into it… those eyes.
”It’s a busy time for us autumn harvest …what brings you two to wine country?”
Sam wants to see him closer she moves up to another chair, “Franco. He’s focusing on people Jason cares about.”
He' looks to Jason, "And?"
“Elizabeth should know …with the kids…to be careful,” Jason says.
“Oh I see so you fly half way around the world to tell Elizabeth six words that Franco is going to pay attention to her. There is no other means of communicating this … I don’t understand.”
Marcello is behaving just like Jason figured he would superior, arrogant and untouchable welcome to my parlor says the spider to the fly. “He’s very dangerous.” Jason says sternly.
“He’s a twelve,” taunts Marcello.
Jason is speechless well that’s not unusual but Elizabeth confided an intimate conversation with him.
Sam is distracted not only by a man beautifully groomed but the pictures and paintings around her; some with Elizabeth dressed for a change and many the kids. There’s a painting of Camille, Jake and Cameron. There’s lots of nudes, a photograph of Elizabeth curled up positioned so that nothing really shows but you know she's naked; one of her husband lying in bed asleep that Jason is trying to act like he’s not noticing prominently displayed on a wall.
Astorre darts up takes off his bespoken suit jacket his cufflinks glisten in the sun, an anniversary gift from Cameron to match his mother’s ring he says so they will sparkle together. He shakes his head for this sorry excuse. Jason Morgan stands in Elizabeth’s house with a woman she hates in a soggy black T-shirt, baggy jeans and lopsided tennis shoes trying to convince him he just dropped by a rural hilltop in Italy unannounced because two years after he suddenly dumped her he’s concerned for her and their children’s safety and wants her to know it. His concentration is broken.
“Oh there are a lot of nude paintings and pictures,” says Sam she’s not sure why she said it but it just came out. He’s making her nervous.
He responds locking his eyes right on Jason’s dull blue gaze, “my wife is an artist what can I say our children are use to these things. Ms. McCall I’d like to speak to Mr. Morgan can you excuse us for a moment. Is there anything we can get you?”
Sam is engaged within eyelashes longer than she’s ever seen on a man she never expected to meet. She's waited nearly five years to see the man who took her money but she hadn't expected him to be this attractive in person..he doesn’t always photograph well but when he does he’s …. . How Elizabeth could have bagged him she’ll never understand he’s clearly more man than she can handle. The old Sandra McIntire comes out to play, Sam can’t help herself she was trained in the art of seduction by her lover and pimp Andrei Karpove and made millions doing it …until Marcello took her money when he took over the bank it was in.
“Mr. Ahh Marcello Jason and I have no secrets from each other we’re working this case together. There are a couple of other things I’d like to ask about one ahh..I had money in Altjir bank when you seized it. Money that I worked for and it was frozen then just gone. I want to know where my money is and two, if Elizabeth would consider me seeing Mimi … under her supervision of course. If you would ask Elizabeth to speak with us maybe she’ll see how we’ve changed and that Jason has deep regrets and wants to see our daughter …Jake and Cameron too of course. Right Jason?”
Jason can’t believe she brought up the damn money from that bank. She stowed aboard the plane and threatened to go to Elizabeth alone if he didn’t bring her now this since he couldn’t let that happened he acquiesced. For some reason Sam has always believed she could manipulate a man she’d never met even now she’s trying to work some game on him. This isn’t the way Marcello can be handled.
Astorre walks to French doors and opens them wide. The aroma of grapes vines fills the room. Unlike Sonny Jason has never seen Gregor when he has a bug up his a.ss. He remains formal,
“Oh this is a wonderful time of year…the grapes will be ripened for the picking.”
There he goes talking about those fucking grapes, Jason rolls his eyes. He's never seen Marcello wound up quite this tight, hyper yes, but he's anxious flitting around the room something is up.
Astorre goes behind a full bar length bar and motions Sandra to sit on a stool he selects a bottle of wine pours some in a glass then hands it to Sam and sits down a bottle of Heineken for Jason. He walks back towards the French doors when he turns around is expression has changed,
“so you say there are no secrets but you are lying because I know two of them why would you want to see Camille she is not your daughter,” he turns to Jason..”you’re with a woman who made a fool of you not once but twice.”
He moves very close to Sam he can see oily plugs in the pores of her skin. “I gave you an opportunity to leave but you refused should I tell him or will you?”
“I don't know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh yes you do indeed don’t be coy. ” He bends down to whisper, “oh-kay I get it you need time to think it about it.”
His lithe body moves so effortlessly he turns is back to them not caring to see their immediate reactions, “your lover hired Russian guns to kill you in Port Charles. Those were her men who kidnapped you from Elizabeth’s house on Clover Street and shot Felix Diggs. Mr. Morgan you’re shagging a woman who put a hit on you.”
“He’s’ forgiven me for the past it was a lapse in judgment.”
“So it seems but I haven’t. So you should speak to Jason’s aunt and sister they are board members why choose me? Petition the board I won’t help you Sandra McIntire, I would never help anyone who tried to destroy my wife and daughter and stalked my son. He turns, around, “Right Jason?” imitating her tone.
He's had enough of Marcellos gloating, “its no need for the posturing we didn’t come here for that only to tell Elizabeth and yes I would like to speak to her... alone,” he looks harshly at Sam. “And apologize to her and the kids.”
Marcellos is moving things around a desk speaking without looking up, he can barely stomach them, “I can’t speak for Elizabeth.” He finds his hand held device and speaks in Italian.
Sam doesn’t know what he’s saying she just hears Elizabeth. Jason translates, “he’s asking her where she is and Sam we need to talk about what happened on Clover.”
After he disconnects, he hands over a pencil and pad, “you may write her a note she’ll get it immediately.” He faces Morgan squarely because he is interested in this expression or lack there of when he says,
“You come to her house with this woman Morgan,” he’s never heard Marcello speak this way, “ You bring this woman to her studio with her family and friends present. Now you bring this woman all the way to Italy to our house!” He kicks a coffee table and knocks it over.
An almost nine-year-old Camille comes into the ruckus Scuzzy follows and jumps on another side table right in front of Sam, “PaPa’ what is it …Are you upset?” She’s wet in a green swimsuit with a towel wrapped around her wiping her hair with another. His impeccably tailored trousers are all wet. “Are you coming?”
He picks her up, “we’re swimming MaMa’ is at the pool.” She’s speaking Italian Sam can’t understand what’s she’s saying but she’s beautiful graceful.
When Astorre puts her down he twirls her around when she stops spinning she does a Pirouette to Jason. After almost two years she still recognizes him. “Why did you leave us?”
His eyes swell with tears, “I did it to keep you your brothers and your mother safe.
“They aren’t coming MaMa’ says to tell you there will be no contact between you and her but if we want to see you we should come. Jake and Cam didn’t come with me.
“I said it to protect you; Mimi but it was a big mistake. I came here to say that if I could change it back I would do it.”
“No it wasn’t a mistake for us we were sad for a long time we cried every night when you left but we are happy now Arrivederci.”
Marcello wants them gone, “Do you care to know how it damaged our children? I don't think Cameron will ever get over it but Jacob is truly his father's son he just doesn't give a fuck about you. Well if you follow me I’ll see you to your vehicle.”
“We walked from the plane it landed on your runway.”
“Well I’ll see that you get to your plane, I would say I’m sorry that things didn’t work out for you two but I’m not. You see Mr. Morgan I can keep them safe but I don’t have to abandon her to do it.”
They aren't leaving the same way they came in he takes them in a different direction and that’s when he saw her as he was rounding a clearing. They're in swimsuits she's playing some kind of game. There’s Jake still blond and Cam who looks in his direction then turns away.
"Escort Mr. Morgan and Ms. McIntire to their plane. Thank you. Thadieus.”
As Astorre walks away he begins unloosening his tie, kicks off his shoes, puts his cufflinks inside a planter and dives in the pool. Elizabeth, Cameron and Jacob dives in with him; while Mimi stands poolside to wave goodbye.
How to Save a Life, The Fray
66 Harborview Road
Port Charles, New York
Elizabeth spent the morning of their anniversary sending postcards to the Quartermaines telling each something different about the kids. That way they'll have something to talk about she loaded up new pictures online with captions under each one she's finishing up the last batch before Astorre wakes up.
Cameron's tenth birthday .... he's the only one so far with any patience for drawing and painting he's creating comic books of super heroes. Mimi scuba diving....Jakey scuba diving... Cameron at martial arts. Oh woe is me, these children's lives are full of classes. Here's Mimi at ballet..... Astorre teaching them martial arts....Goofy Cameron is trying music he's pecking at this guitar .... Ummm..Jake isn't interested ....Jake sits by Mimi while she plays the piano and here he is watching Cameron draw... Oh my, Jakey is painting today... Cameron draws..... Here's Mimi with her new birthday piano PS...she's playing at the Ravello festival with our friends Davide and Renalto please come see her. Also, I got invited to design this year's poster here's my first drawing what do you think? Umm what else have I missed it was so good to spend time together at Cannes and I'm so proud of Dillon .... come over to see us,.. Tracey Cameron wants to know if he can visit ELQ ... We'll spend Thanksgiving with you this year instead of Halloween if that's OK. We miss you! Love Elizabeth.
As she's explained to Astorre its of monumental importance they keep ties to their grandparents its not the Quartermaine's fault what Jason did to his kids. "I'll always reach out to them."
He tries to reach out too he sailed them into Marseilles for a day after their win and under the circumstances it went well. He's most charismatic when he's in his stomping grounds. Tracey was mesmerized, spell bound she giggled and agreed with everything he said, it was hard to stifle laughing. Even Alan commented, he hadn't seen her like this since they were teens back in their boat house days. Also it doesn't hurt that her business venture with Altjir Bank is profitable she and Skye still sit on the Board of the bank they helped Astorre steal from Andrei Karpove.
Slowly everything is beginning to gel. Signora brings in the afternoon Rome Post she expected the article on the tribute, Astorre and Paola Marcello attended The Rome Film Festival at Auditorium Parco Della Musica on October 30, in Rome, Italy.
Paola accepted the award for her husband's contribution to the cinema. Mr. Marcello spoke again publically about his father (except for a nod at Cannes earlier this year) he hasn't mentioned his father in press. "We thank the jurors for this prestigious recognition my father was a movie star then an enthralled movie maker."
Paola Marcello elegant in a gown by her daughter-in-law's friend American designer Kate Howard spoke on how her husband absolutely loved awards and walking the red carpet he rallied around film makers rewarded for their hard work. Paola shocked the crowd,
"The public doesn't always know what goes into making movies like the weather conditions if its too cold to be in a swimsuit or if its too hot and muddy, rainy maybe the equipment broke down there are so many things that can go awry behind the illusion.
There are many reasons why I support those who are protesting the government cuts in contributions to this art form. For certain, if my husband was alive today he would be outside with them holding a sign instead of in here like me accepting this award."
It takes three months working every day just to compile the hand written notes. Elizabeth called Stanford Johnson from Port Charles who flies in after the new year with his girlfriend Regina an Executive at ELQ. He met Astorre as Gregor in Port Charles when he let him into the Penthouse two one morning on Cameron's word since Spinelli is working his PI angle he has taken on most of StaNelli services.
"We meet again," says Stanford. "Elizabeth clued me a few months ago on what you need and I've been working on what I think is a solution. I created an OLC reader script based on the handwriting samples you sent me. Here let me show you how it works..." He hooks up a scanner then calibrates it to the correct settings..."what I've done Astoree is designed software specifically from your father handwriting of numbers and letters lower case an upper case ... now all you have to do is scan in his notes this software will convert it into a document...save the original and you can change whatever you want. It also has the ability to convert it into several languages."
Astorre watches the process, "Will this work on the ones in bad shape?"
"That's where this part comes in he takes one of the older copies. It magnifies translucent against contrasting hues so its easier to read its ...like this, see the words pop out at you." Stan works it until the writing stands out; "I'm free for the next month or so... I mean it would be a chore to stay away from below zero, snowy Port Charles to be in warm and sunny Rome but I'm willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. I'm available to help scan the older manuscripts in and we can re-work them while I make adjustments to the software since I don't read or speak Italian you can help me tweek the transcriber."
Astorre is impressed, "Elizabeth says you are good but Stan I had no idea something like this can be done. So you can make this software do what we need it to do?"
"That or very close to it." Stan laughs.
"If you accept you're hired and of course you'll be compensated for developing this program for us."
"Its designed by me but you purchased so its yours once we iron it out we'll patent it. I use Elizabeth's patent lawyer he's very thorough."
"Depending on your plans you're invited to stay here with us but if you prefer privacy we have a standing suite we rarely use at the Cesari you're welcome to it." "We took the rail straight from the airport, we haven't checked in that'll be great Regina is here for about ten days; I can stay on to wrap this up."
"Its a twenty minute walk across the park I'm available every day you're able to work on this ...and ...we show you some of our Rome not just the tourist version."
"We look foward to it ...well to start things off I'm leaving this scanner hooked up here whenever you're ready you can start scanning some pages and lets see what happens." Astorre hasn't figured out exactly what he's doing. Is he writing a book, a screenplay for a film? He'll just have to play it by ear but either way he this pile needs to be converted and organized.
After dinner they all walked to Albergo Cesàri the kids point out landmarks along the way Trevi Fountain, the Chamber of Deputies and Piazza Venezia, by the time they walked back home. Astorre is excited.
Two months later
He's changed but doesn't know it yet he gave up the chair of the consortium and is easing himself out he's still a financier but mostly his investments has to do with his production company but its more than that he's emotionally vested. This is Paola's story too and he isn't bringing her into it until he's ironed out the wrinkles. He's bought jeans... yes, blue jeans but he hasn't worn them so far. He hasn't spent as much time in the two thousand dollar suits and the hand crafted loafers, monogram handkerchiefs and socks.
The press has a field day when he drops out of the top five ranking of the year's most stylish men and there's much debate as to why. Of course Danielle Arpessa attributes this fall from grace to his marital status as a newfound family man stopping short of publically pointing a finger directly at Elizabeth as the main culprit of his demise. He regained some credibility when he showed up in The Masters celebrating the stories behind Italian fashion that touted his inimitable and timeless style which also highlighted his ankle flashing strut.
He was further redeemed as a trend setter when he was snapped in a Brunello Cucinelli peak lapel Panama suit walking the kids school; what the press didn't see is later that evening the same suit jacket was thrown on the door knob and his long sleeved cotton pique polo shirt was rolled up giving Jacob a bath. He was too sick to go it on his own. A few weeks later, another photo pops up in a snakeskin jacket. The consensus? ... he's evolving.
Astorre is six months into his project and from what he can see his father's screenplay can definitely be expanded but he needs a writer who can not only smooth this out but is familiar with the Marcello family and can be objective. Then he'll bring it to his mother for her input; he calls Le Pensione's land line and leaves Georgy Jones a message.
122 Harborview Drive
Penthouse Two
Port Charles, New York
Jason Morgan throws a few more Ts in his duffel bag along with an extra pair of jeans when Sam slithers seductively down the stairs, "Where are you headed?" She puts herself right on him he avoids it by putting another pair of socks in his bag. He's been on the computer again its a split screen still up,
one “Elizabeth Webber”a new exhibition at Cincinnati’s Contemporary Arts Center, traces visual vocabulary to the artist’s first years in Port Charles, Rome, Corsica, through a collection of videos and works on paper, including early journal entries, also Mrs Webber introduces her first works in The Marcello Collection, “Finding their way home.” series.
two Astorre and Elizabeth Marcello attended The 37th annual Monte Carlo International Circus Festival with their children. A week later they were seen at Russia's Winter Festival in Trafalgar Square that featured among other performers the Flying Micheles and Yakoubovi Troup. topix.net/it/rome "a business trip."
"Admit it Jason you're going to see Elizabeth?"
"I have to warn her about Franco with her highly publicized lifestyle she and the kids are easy targets." That's not all true he just wants to see them and this is an in he's taking this as an opportunity. He got out of Stan she's working out of Piedmont on that project he's involved in with her. He's not calling Marcello for an audience ...fuck him he's taking his chances.
"Well I'm coming too." That's what she said when she faked it they made love for all of twenty minutes from foreplay to a minor orgasm that barely made the Richter scale before he went south.
"Sandra ahh..Sam she doesn't like you and it would be awkward with Mimi." He rubs his shoulder it still stiffs up on him.
"You're right when are you leaving?"
"As soon as Sonny's jet is fueled and checked out tomorrow morning."
" I thought things were a little better between us last night."
"Yeah, I'll ahh see you in a few days" he goes to the master bath for more incidentals and a quick shower hopefully when he gets out she'll be gone. He's tired of her comments if he wants to read about Elizabeth he will and he's told her that If she doesn't like it she can go home.
He can see parallels in being stalked by Franco and his obsession with the family he ostracized from his life. He fires up the monitor keys into search Elizabeth Webber Marcello. If he keys in Morgan old information comes up....and just that fast another video is up on Marcello's production company new website Illusion. The same as the boat knowing Elizabeth that has some kind of meaning. Mystic Blu' is the name of the color she created after him. Its a Q and A Elizabeth and Astorre are sitting down in front of an audience. Marcello is speaking on Dillon's' film will it be eligible for an Academy Award Nomination or any American award since its been widely received in Europe with four awards. "There are so many film festivals world wide its hard to keep up. We may not have gotten released in time. But such a prestigious award I would be honored to be included."
Mr. Marcello the film community has waited a long time for your involvement did A Tale of Two Portraits change your mind.. "Yes it was the right time."
Then a reporter steps up,"Mrs. Marcello how is the Smile Train coming along?"
Taken by surprise Elizabeth asks, "and you are Ms.?"
"Hutchins at World News Forum."
"You're the first person that has asked me about that in two years thank you we're still actively raising funds we just completed a drive and I'll be going to a few countries starting late next year. $10,000 is enough for 40 new smiles is the slogan. Dillon is directing a documentary New Smiles and my husband is producing this time for me." The audience laughs. "The proceeds will go for new smiles."
Elizabeth walks to the front of the seats and hands her a card, "If you'd like to join our crusade please contact this number and let them know we need all the help we can get."
"Thanks I'd like to do this very much Wilhemina Hutchins again, to Mr. Marcello how is the paparazzi ?"
Astorre pretends to be amused, "we find ourselves frequently in the viewfinder of someone's telephoto lens." “Or binoculars,” adds Elizabeth. "Yes binoculars." Astorre's shakes his head up and down in agreement. What the interview doesn't include on their way home....
Elizabeth whispers, “I don't think I'll ever get over the strange phenomenon of being watched without knowing it." He wants to change the subject from paparazzi,
"I think this producer has worked hard and needs an escape from the chaos. I haven't had a break since my father's project got started. We've been good and stayed home how about just lose ourselves for a month?” Astorre asks.
“At least.” she replies.
“Say you can get away,” he pleads. “I can. Where will we go?” "To Piedmont so I can wrap up some of Paola's newest additions to Reverie," he kisses her nose opens the taxi's door for her, "then a deserted island of course," he laughs boisterously.
Its March from now onward weather turns for the better Almond and Magnolia trees began their blooms summer is around the corner its a good time in Piedmont for the kids festivals, festivals and more festivals. Last night after a morning at the chocolate festival they spent the evening kissing in the wine cellar.
"I think I’m starting to get it, but I have so much to understand about winemaking."
“Come here,” he takes her hand they walk among rows of barrels he places a sprocket in one hole fills a glass and then another. She does what he does turns the glass, holds it up to the light. "I'm studying its clarity." then inhales the aroma…"its bouquet.” When she sips its immediately recognizable, “St. Emilion.”
It’s my present to my beautiful anniversary bride, and we’ll taste it for every year. "Now isn’t that romantic?”
“Beyond words.”
He kisses her lips, “I try we’ll bottle it each year.”
"How did you get St. Emilion French grapes in Piedmont."
"Wow! you are better than you know... a friend of mine has set aside crop for this as I have for him many times. We trade grapes."
She kisses him back, “our own private stock.”
“Yes. We’ll refine it then it will become a private blend.”
“I’ll design the label,” she says.
“That’s good to hear,” he kisses her back. “we’ll have to create a name.“
“No.Ten Twelve,” she suggests
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“Umm very interesting #1012.
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The more time she spends here the more she gets that Monferatto is basically just a country town. "Now you understand why I went for glamour in the big city; I am a farm girl. Did you ever think you'd return to Port Charles..I mean before you married Astorre?"
"No Paola I have family and friends there so I'll always have ties that bind but I love living in the center of Rome and Italy is as much my home as Port Charles. I've spent an equal amount of time now in both places. The Quartermaines will always be a part of their grandchildren's lives.
My greatest fear was we wouldn't get along and I've been blessed twice to have a mother in law who not only likes me but who I admire and respect. I'm an American living in Italy married to an Italian.
This place is so beautiful I didn’t realize that there's so much to explore and such a strong blend of cultures.”
“Its pure Europa here French, German, Swiss and when you’re high up on this hilltop its hard to believe the Italian Riviera is only thirty minutes away. We traveled a lot but we spent a lot of time at Pierli Vineyards until Astorre went to Oxford but we still did things together."
“We found lovely bridges I’ve been drawing.”
“Be careful some of those rickety structures aren't safe.”
You know I grew up everywhere as a kid but Colorado was my favorite place and I”ll never forget that I adopted a bridge, well it was a group from my class but it was our responsibility to make sure it was inspected and we campaigned for government funds to have it refurbished. A plaque is still there I’m told with our names on it. Why can’t we do something like that here? Adopt a bridge any organization or a person, a city, school, just a group of people.”
They walk deeper into the vineyard, “It’s a great idea but until Reverie is more settled I won’t have much time but I can help there are people in the area you can pitch it to.”
She's wearing her rubber lined boots from Wal-mart she's been with Cy twice in the last year for lined rain gear there's no place like it. She points to another woody area, "we’re exploring the other side of that ridge .... are there more stone houses around?”
“Yes a couple in that area, I have never been able to make a decision on what to do with them most have fallen to such ill repair…they thrived when I was a child; the pickers lived in them during the season now times have changed. There must be something to do with them; there is one you must see that was reconstructed by Alessandro we use to go there in the seventies it was our love nest when we first fell in love here.” Paola squeezes her hand.
The kids are in Walmart jackets but today is warmer than its been in a long time in Piedmont. “Are you working on Reverie today?”
“Postponed…until later afternoon Astorre has an unexpected meeting to prepare for.” Paola is enjoying the whole process of writing a biography reliving her romance in her son's eyes has given her a different energy.
"Tell him after the drive we'll catch up to him maybe a swim,” she says in a hoity toity voice," Ta-Ta Mrs. Marcello.”
Paola mimics an Americanism from Epiphany’s son Stan, “Later.”
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Astorre steps out of the shower that helps rejuvenate him thankful he got an early start he left Elizabeth in bed at six spent the morning in the barrel room rolling barrels then walked the grounds with Pierli managers. Autumn is the time for harvesting and Pierli is one of the last of the big wine estates left in this region there is always something to do. He’s inside his walk in closet dressing area.
He laughs remembering Elizabeth’s first reactions,
“My God I can move in here…. its insanely too neat.”
He took out a few drawers along with some previously hung articles dumps them on the floor, “this is so much better.”
“We’re different about this Astorre…. your closet is a work of art. I’m going to paint it.” Later that day she began to sketch.
There’s very little to make him smile right now there are times when clothes make the man, sets the tone and this is one of them. He carefully chooses among his repertoire, his choice is narrowed to Savile Row Bespoke suits, he examines an Ozwald Boateng one of his Ultimate Bespoke tailors, his lines are clean, crisp and sharp, but not only that he’s edgy but not losing the Savile tradition modern not stodgy.
He chooses a pinstriped white on white shirt of blended Egyptian cottons cross stitched, his fingers run over the belts in his accessories chaise for a buckle-less snake skin black belt. He starts the automated shoe wall it moves row by row he stops it,
..Ah yes these…
He slides the special dyed hand crafted grayed black loafers that matches his suit out of its grayed black cashmere sleeves. All the sleeves are the color of the shoes in side it. His ties are color coordinated kept in drawers...a deep purple Italian silk tie with subtle dots of yellow and slides in his front pocket a handkerchief monogrammed in purple AGM in white cotton he never understood silk handkerchiefs its not a pleasant fabric to have under your nose. His full length wrap around mirror reflects the single garment method of over eighty-four hours of intensive labor, 170 parts individually hand cut and sewn together.
He leaves his hair as Elizabeth prefers it from the shower it’ll stay straight for awhile and then it’ll dry curly. No one would guess he hasn’t looked this way in a very long time, he sprits a new fragrance he’s been testing; his wife likes it so he wears it often. Astorre takes in a deep breath slides his sockless feet into loafers softer than a baby's a.ss is what a news article said about them.
I’m ready. If there is anything he's learned from his father is how to make a grand production...there are no lieutenants or second in commands, unaccompanied, he opens both doors in a wide exaggerated sweep, strides into his den, his hair has dried enough where a big curl bounces with each step.
“Good afternoon Mr. Morgan… and who do we have here?”
“Samantha, Sam McCall.” When he walked in it simply takes her breath away she extends her hand he doesn’t take it. This man came in to see Elizabeth at Franco’s art show she saw him from distance and of course on the internet in Jason’s magazines for some reason she can’t keep her eyes off him it isn’t just because she hasn’t had a good lay in year but she doesn’t recall ever seeing a man with a suit on that looks as if someone poured him into it… those eyes.
”It’s a busy time for us autumn harvest …what brings you two to wine country?”
Sam wants to see him closer she moves up to another chair, “Franco. He’s focusing on people Jason cares about.”
He' looks to Jason, "And?"
“Elizabeth should know …with the kids…to be careful,” Jason says.
“Oh I see so you fly half way around the world to tell Elizabeth six words that Franco is going to pay attention to her. There is no other means of communicating this … I don’t understand.”
Marcello is behaving just like Jason figured he would superior, arrogant and untouchable welcome to my parlor says the spider to the fly. “He’s very dangerous.” Jason says sternly.
“He’s a twelve,” taunts Marcello.
Jason is speechless well that’s not unusual but Elizabeth confided an intimate conversation with him.
Sam is distracted not only by a man beautifully groomed but the pictures and paintings around her; some with Elizabeth dressed for a change and many the kids. There’s a painting of Camille, Jake and Cameron. There’s lots of nudes, a photograph of Elizabeth curled up positioned so that nothing really shows but you know she's naked; one of her husband lying in bed asleep that Jason is trying to act like he’s not noticing prominently displayed on a wall.
Astorre darts up takes off his bespoken suit jacket his cufflinks glisten in the sun, an anniversary gift from Cameron to match his mother’s ring he says so they will sparkle together. He shakes his head for this sorry excuse. Jason Morgan stands in Elizabeth’s house with a woman she hates in a soggy black T-shirt, baggy jeans and lopsided tennis shoes trying to convince him he just dropped by a rural hilltop in Italy unannounced because two years after he suddenly dumped her he’s concerned for her and their children’s safety and wants her to know it. His concentration is broken.
“Oh there are a lot of nude paintings and pictures,” says Sam she’s not sure why she said it but it just came out. He’s making her nervous.
He responds locking his eyes right on Jason’s dull blue gaze, “my wife is an artist what can I say our children are use to these things. Ms. McCall I’d like to speak to Mr. Morgan can you excuse us for a moment. Is there anything we can get you?”
Sam is engaged within eyelashes longer than she’s ever seen on a man she never expected to meet. She's waited nearly five years to see the man who took her money but she hadn't expected him to be this attractive in person..he doesn’t always photograph well but when he does he’s …. . How Elizabeth could have bagged him she’ll never understand he’s clearly more man than she can handle. The old Sandra McIntire comes out to play, Sam can’t help herself she was trained in the art of seduction by her lover and pimp Andrei Karpove and made millions doing it …until Marcello took her money when he took over the bank it was in.
“Mr. Ahh Marcello Jason and I have no secrets from each other we’re working this case together. There are a couple of other things I’d like to ask about one ahh..I had money in Altjir bank when you seized it. Money that I worked for and it was frozen then just gone. I want to know where my money is and two, if Elizabeth would consider me seeing Mimi … under her supervision of course. If you would ask Elizabeth to speak with us maybe she’ll see how we’ve changed and that Jason has deep regrets and wants to see our daughter …Jake and Cameron too of course. Right Jason?”
Jason can’t believe she brought up the damn money from that bank. She stowed aboard the plane and threatened to go to Elizabeth alone if he didn’t bring her now this since he couldn’t let that happened he acquiesced. For some reason Sam has always believed she could manipulate a man she’d never met even now she’s trying to work some game on him. This isn’t the way Marcello can be handled.
Astorre walks to French doors and opens them wide. The aroma of grapes vines fills the room. Unlike Sonny Jason has never seen Gregor when he has a bug up his a.ss. He remains formal,
“Oh this is a wonderful time of year…the grapes will be ripened for the picking.”
There he goes talking about those fucking grapes, Jason rolls his eyes. He's never seen Marcello wound up quite this tight, hyper yes, but he's anxious flitting around the room something is up.
Astorre goes behind a full bar length bar and motions Sandra to sit on a stool he selects a bottle of wine pours some in a glass then hands it to Sam and sits down a bottle of Heineken for Jason. He walks back towards the French doors when he turns around is expression has changed,
“so you say there are no secrets but you are lying because I know two of them why would you want to see Camille she is not your daughter,” he turns to Jason..”you’re with a woman who made a fool of you not once but twice.”
He moves very close to Sam he can see oily plugs in the pores of her skin. “I gave you an opportunity to leave but you refused should I tell him or will you?”
“I don't know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh yes you do indeed don’t be coy. ” He bends down to whisper, “oh-kay I get it you need time to think it about it.”
His lithe body moves so effortlessly he turns is back to them not caring to see their immediate reactions, “your lover hired Russian guns to kill you in Port Charles. Those were her men who kidnapped you from Elizabeth’s house on Clover Street and shot Felix Diggs. Mr. Morgan you’re shagging a woman who put a hit on you.”
“He’s’ forgiven me for the past it was a lapse in judgment.”
“So it seems but I haven’t. So you should speak to Jason’s aunt and sister they are board members why choose me? Petition the board I won’t help you Sandra McIntire, I would never help anyone who tried to destroy my wife and daughter and stalked my son. He turns, around, “Right Jason?” imitating her tone.
He's had enough of Marcellos gloating, “its no need for the posturing we didn’t come here for that only to tell Elizabeth and yes I would like to speak to her... alone,” he looks harshly at Sam. “And apologize to her and the kids.”
Marcellos is moving things around a desk speaking without looking up, he can barely stomach them, “I can’t speak for Elizabeth.” He finds his hand held device and speaks in Italian.
Sam doesn’t know what he’s saying she just hears Elizabeth. Jason translates, “he’s asking her where she is and Sam we need to talk about what happened on Clover.”
After he disconnects, he hands over a pencil and pad, “you may write her a note she’ll get it immediately.” He faces Morgan squarely because he is interested in this expression or lack there of when he says,
“You come to her house with this woman Morgan,” he’s never heard Marcello speak this way, “ You bring this woman to her studio with her family and friends present. Now you bring this woman all the way to Italy to our house!” He kicks a coffee table and knocks it over.
An almost nine-year-old Camille comes into the ruckus Scuzzy follows and jumps on another side table right in front of Sam, “PaPa’ what is it …Are you upset?” She’s wet in a green swimsuit with a towel wrapped around her wiping her hair with another. His impeccably tailored trousers are all wet. “Are you coming?”
He picks her up, “we’re swimming MaMa’ is at the pool.” She’s speaking Italian Sam can’t understand what’s she’s saying but she’s beautiful graceful.
When Astorre puts her down he twirls her around when she stops spinning she does a Pirouette to Jason. After almost two years she still recognizes him. “Why did you leave us?”
His eyes swell with tears, “I did it to keep you your brothers and your mother safe.
“They aren’t coming MaMa’ says to tell you there will be no contact between you and her but if we want to see you we should come. Jake and Cam didn’t come with me.
“I said it to protect you; Mimi but it was a big mistake. I came here to say that if I could change it back I would do it.”
“No it wasn’t a mistake for us we were sad for a long time we cried every night when you left but we are happy now Arrivederci.”
Marcello wants them gone, “Do you care to know how it damaged our children? I don't think Cameron will ever get over it but Jacob is truly his father's son he just doesn't give a fuck about you. Well if you follow me I’ll see you to your vehicle.”
“We walked from the plane it landed on your runway.”
“Well I’ll see that you get to your plane, I would say I’m sorry that things didn’t work out for you two but I’m not. You see Mr. Morgan I can keep them safe but I don’t have to abandon her to do it.”
They aren't leaving the same way they came in he takes them in a different direction and that’s when he saw her as he was rounding a clearing. They're in swimsuits she's playing some kind of game. There’s Jake still blond and Cam who looks in his direction then turns away.
"Escort Mr. Morgan and Ms. McIntire to their plane. Thank you. Thadieus.”
As Astorre walks away he begins unloosening his tie, kicks off his shoes, puts his cufflinks inside a planter and dives in the pool. Elizabeth, Cameron and Jacob dives in with him; while Mimi stands poolside to wave goodbye.
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