Yours are the sweetest eyes, I've ever seen
(Marchen, ten years ago, late February)
"My dear, you'll love it, absolutely love it!" The matron at my side prattles on. 'Not very likely.' I think to myself as we enter the lobby of a restored theatre. I look around at the extravagance and shake my head. So much in this world needs to be rebuilt, fixed.... a theatre seems like such a waste of ( Read more... )
"My dear, you'll love it, absolutely love it!" The matron at my side prattles on. 'Not very likely.' I think to myself as we enter the lobby of a restored theatre. I look around at the extravagance and shake my head. So much in this world needs to be rebuilt, fixed.... a theatre seems like such a waste of ( Read more... )
Wanda, we're off to the pub, then to the seaside by train tomorrow! You'll be coming, yes? Analise calls to me as she passes my door with some others from the cast. "Yes! Heavens yes! I need a vacation!" I call to her, hanging out my door, laughing.
Throw on a green silk dress, pin my hair up loosely, touch of make-up....
YES! I'm free! A week of hiding down at the seaside with friends, no obligations--
"Wanda, my dear. Madame Worthington is here to take you to supper. You know Madame Worthington, our patron?" Bernard, the theatre's owner, takes me by the elbow, leading me to the stage door. "No, no, no Bernard! I'm on holiday!" I whisper hotly, dragging my heels. "Please, what have I done to deserve....." Turn on the smile.
"Madame Worthington, what an absolute pleasure!" I beam, leaning over to kiss the over dressed. over perfumed woman on the cheek. "Please tell me you enjoyed the show." I take her hands, playing the part, wondering what excuse I can make. The stage door opening and closing behind me gives me a chill, but I shrug it off.
'My dear, you were dazzling, as always. Even the my companion seemed enraptured by your performance. Doctor Constantine and I were hoping to steal you away to dinner.'
Wonderful, dinner with a pompous old woman and a stuffy doctor with a god complex, no doubt. Smile again...
"Madame Worthington, I appreciate the offer, but I am leaving on holiday. Maybe we could reschedule dinner in a week or so..." A cough that sounds oddly like a laugh comes from behind me, and I turn to glare at--------
He has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. I can't do anything but gaze up into those eyes. His lips quirk up into a funny smile, and I find myself smiling right back. He extends his arm towards me, holding out a bouquet of sunflowers... he brought me sunflowers instead of roses....
"For me?" I whisper quietly and he merely nods. I cover his hand with mine for a moment before taking them from him.
"You brought me sunflowers."
Whoever you are, I am so completely in love with you.....
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in February.
Spot a bouquet on a table in a cafe' throw money on the table, and sprint back to the theatre. Slip in the stage door that was pointed out to me, and see Ms. von SacherMosch is already talking to Madame Worthington, trying to make her excuses, just as I did. I can't help it, I start to laugh, but try to cover it with a cough.
Doesn't work, for the leading lady turns to look----
She has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Flashing, vibrant green, I could stare into her eyes for hours. She comes over to me, and I can't help but smile. She smiles in return, and I hold out my hand, offering her the only flowers I could find... she probably has a garden in her dressing room, what could a few measly little---
For me? You brought me sunflowers. She says happily, and the warmth of her hand over top mine is like the sun shining.
"Would you do Madame Worthington and I the honor of joining us for dinner?" I finally manage to ask her, relocating my voice. She looks startled, looking back to the widow, then to me.
"Allow me to introduce myself." I take her hand and bow over it, brushing a light kiss across her knuckles. "I am Doctor Lucien Constantine, at your service."
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Wait, what? No. This can't be. I turn to look at Madame Worthington and then back to the young, blond haired vision in front of me. He can't be a doctor. I can't be that lucky---
"I am Doctor Lucien Constantine, at your service." Oh, he bows and kisses my hand, and I blush when I squeeze his fingers back.
"Wanda von SacherMosch, but please, call me Wanda. The rest is such a mouthful, Doctor." I beam at him as he straightens up.
I turn back to Madame Worthington, but I don't let go of Lucien's hand.
"I suppose a late supper won't keep me from leaving tomorrow, now will it. I would be happy to join the both of you, if the invitation still stands."
Of course it does, m'dear. Madame Worthington smiles, gliding foward to take Lucien's arm and to lead him out the door, away from me. He gives me a little shrug over his shoulder and a wink, and I grin. I can see the widow has a soft spot for the young doctor.
Dinner's gonna be a real bitch, ain't it?" Bernard grins at me, almost laughing.
"Dinner yes," I whisper, quickly buttoning my coat so I can catch up. "but I'm thinking about breakfast!" My heels click against the wood floor, almost drowned out by Bernard's laughter.
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