I hope everyone enjoys.
Turning Things Back
by
Melissa
(whiteroses4ever@gmail.com)
Rain poured down from the sky and landed on the roof top of the lovely hotel balcony where Fran stood in her red sparkling evening gown staring out the window of the French doors with her hair swept up on top of her head with a curl or two hanging by her face. In her hand was a champagne glass almost empty. Fran turned and headed toward the phone by the bed while setting her glass on the table and she began dialing. After a moment she heard the phone ring on the other end and folding her arm under her elbow she waited patiently but no one was answering causing her to hang up her phone.
“This is ridiculous,” she
headed back to the doors “I can’t let this happen.”
Just then a crack of thunder rang through the sky making Fran jump
slightly watching the lightening flash across her eyes.
“But I already had my shower,” she wined.
Fran sighed before she rolled her eyes and headed toward the bed while grabbing her black rain coat off the chair by the desk and pulled her arms through the sleeves.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said taking her purse from the bed.
She left the room slamming the door but a second later the phone rang, over and over but Fran was gone and could hear it go off.
St. Mary’s Church
Niles was wearing a tuxedo and on the phone in the minister’s office. He shook his head glancing back at Brighton (dressed in the same tuxedo) then hung up.
“She’s not answering?” Brighton questioned.
“No, she’s not and I have no idea what we are going to do now,” Niles answered.
C.C. came running in from the next room in a pale purple gown with short sleeves and square neckline wearing a matching small hat decorated with huge dark purple flowers.
“Did you get in touch with her?” she asked holding white tulips.
“Not yet,” Brighton said.
“Not yet? Niles, the wedding starts in ten minutes! What are we going to do?” she exclaimed.
“We have to stop the wedding,” Niles said leaning his hand on the desk.
“But, Niles, how can we do that without Fran here?” Brighton asked.
“Well, we’ll have to make do with what we got,” Niles said.
“Such as………….” C.C. said waiting for more.
“Such as a key,” Niles picked up a small key from the front of the desk.
One Week Earlier………………
It was opening night at Maxwell’s show with thousands of people in the audience. Amongst the people entering the theater were Mr. and Mrs. Nigel Sheffield. Fran had bangs and straight hair wearing a strapless dark purple dress with a silk scarf covering her neck hanging behind her shoulders. She held her small matching purse against her chest as Nigel helped her out of their limo. Fran couldn’t help but search the crowd for her former employer.
“I don’t see them, Nigel,” she said.
“He must be inside already, come on,” he said guiding her inside.
Once they came to the door, Nigel glanced back at the street then nudged Fran who clung to his arm.
“Check out the street,” he told her.
Fran looked back and sighed with relief. A smile came upon her face as she watched the Sheffield family arrive. She saw the limo pull up and Niles got out of the front seat then walk around to the other side. He opened the back door holding his hand out and received a small hand attached to thirteen year old Grace wearing a white sparkled dress and her hair curled resting on her shoulder. She was followed by Brighton in his tuxedo who stepped to the side letting Chloe Simpson step out with his help dressed in her finest black dress and wore a white fluffy shawl over her shoulders and hung off her arms.
“Chloe Simpson,” she said in shock.
“I heard she was back in town. Come on, now I really need a drink,” he said.
“What else is new,” she commented.
Inside The Theater
Nigel and Fran were now in their seats waiting for the show to begin even though Fran was waiting to see where Maxwell and the kids were.
“I don’t believe it,” Nigel commented.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I spotted him, look,” Nigel said.
He pointed toward the side of the theater a few rows below where they sat and Fran’s mouth dropped open when she spotted him. Maxwell had a full beard and mustache which was very unusual for him.
“He looks like a hobbit,” Fran said.
“I knew he went crazy but he looks absolutely bonkers,” Nigel smiled slightly.
“Listen, Dr. Bombay, this isn’t going to be easy,” Fran said.
“Well,” he took her hand “that’s what you got me for,” he kissed it gently.
The night went by good and the Sheffield’s never noticed the two people they have not seen in two years sitting not too far away. Fran couldn’t help but notice Maxwell excused himself during intermission by himself leaving his family. Nigel had noticed it as well.
“Now’s your chance,” Nigel said.
“Excuse me, be right back,” Fran told him standing up.
“Don’t rush,” he began looked through his program.
Main Entrance
Fran came in to find Maxwell sitting at the bar waiting for his drink. She took a deep breath counting to three before approaching him from behind.
“Don’t drink too much or you might regret it,” she said trying not to cry.
Maxwell turned around slowly and stared in shock for a few minutes but then cleared his throat before turning back to the bar.
“What are you doing here?” he grouched.
“I came for a drink, same as you,” she said.
He didn’t watch her but knew she was taking a seat beside him and rested her arm on the counter. The bartender placed his martini in front of Maxwell then looked at Fran.
“Anything I can get you,” he said.
“White wine, please,” she said.
“Come on, Miss Fine, I know you didn’t come here just for a drink. So what do you want?” he asked.
“I needed to see you,” she said watching his drink.
“And why is that?” he asked.
“I thought it would be obvious,” she said.
“I’m not getting into this. Not after what you put me through,” Maxwell through some money on the counter standing up.
“Maxwell,” he cut her off turning her way “What do you want me to say, Fran, huh? Do you want me to do apologize for the millionth time?”
“That’s not…..” he interrupted her once more “Alright, I’m sorry, okay, I’m sorry, maybe if you stuck around longer………….” Finding her own voice Fran spoke up “I should’ve stuck around?” she rose to her feet “Max, I tried to reach for you but you just pushed me away and took me for granted. I was willing to be with you but you couldn’t admit your feelings for me and Nigel was there when I needed YOU.”
“I’m not getting into this here,” he told her.
“Let’s step out then,” she suggested.
“Darling,” Chloe came from behind him “I was………….” She froze when she saw Fran sitting there “Frone?”
“Fran, it’s Fran,” Fran pushed a piece of her bangs from her eye.
“Of course, how long have you been back?” Chloe asked.
“We got here just today,” Fran said.
“We? Oh that’s right, you married Maxwell’s brother,” Chloe said.
“Yes, I did,” Fran said.
“How wonderful, Maxwell and I are engaged as well,” Chloe held up her hand wearing a diamond ring.
Fran’s mouth opened with surprise as she touched Chloe’s hand then raised her eyes to Maxwell who glared at her wanting her to go away. She got the message and forced herself to smile.
“Congratulations,” Fran struggled to say.
Just then the lights started flickering signaling everyone to return to their seats.
“Time to go, Maxwell, good to see you, Frone,” Chloe said.
Fran grabbed Maxwell by the arm trying to talk with him.
“Max, we have to talk,” she told him.
“Don’t you have a husband to get to,” he said.
As they walked away Fran turned toward the bar when the bartender set her drink in front of her not noticing Nigel coming out of the theater doors. He came beside her and sat down.
“I take it that didn’t go too well,” Nigel commented.
“They’re engaged,” she said.
“You’ve got to be kidding? He must be off his blocker,” he said.
“What is it with you today,” she stared at him “you sound like you just stepped out of Bewitched or something.”
“Fran, he can’t be serious about her,” he said.
“Tell that to the big rock on her finger. What was I thinking coming back here? The man hates me,” Fran said.
“No he doesn’t,” Nigel said.
“Yes, he does,” she turned to him “He hates me and I don’t blame him. I really don’t. I walked out of that house and out of his life. Somehow I’m feel like I just stepped out of the Sound of Music.”
“What we need is a good girl fight,” Nigel told her.
“Nigel, let’s just forget about it. Let’s just go back in and finish the show,” she finished her wine.
That Night
Maxwell paced in his dark red robe in his dark green pajamas scratching his beard trying desperately to get Fran off his mind but it wasn’t working. All he kept thinking was why was she there, why now, why didn’t she stay, why didn’t she wait. Questions raced throughout his mind one after the other as he ran his hand through his dark hair and gray patch. She had some nerve, he thought, coming there after all this time. It wasn’t right for her to do so. Fran wasn’t part of his life anymore and neither was Nigel. When she left the only thing Maxwell had to hold on to was his work which is where he found Chloe. He ran into her at one of his plays and even though he began dating her, she was no Fran and could not make her feel the way he did was he was with Fran. A future with Chloe meant security and no struggle with emotion and just as Fran had done with Nigel turning to him when Maxwell wasn’t there, Maxwell did with Chloe. She was there and Fran wasn’t.
He continued to try and assure himself of this every night before climbing in bed with Chloe’s picture on his bedside table where Sarah’s (his late wife) use to be. Maxwell stared at his empty bed remembering that time Fran, drunk out of her wits, slept in the same bed with him.
He remembered:
Maxwell awoke to C.C. screaming after finding him in bed with his nanny. She pointed out that Fran wasn’t supposed to be there. He turned to find Fran sleeping and shouted his famous “MISS FINE!” She woke up and looked at him.
“Oh, I’m having that dream again,” she touched his face and nearly jumped out of her skin getting out of bed and holding the covers to her chest “Oh, Mr. Sheffield, what are you doing in…………” she noticed her surroundings “your room.”
Reality:
Maxwell smiled ever so lightly. He missed her. He missed her laugh, her attitude, her strange way of dealing with the children. He even missed her voice. Just then he cleared his throat.
“Get over the past, Maxwell,” he removed his robe, “You have to move to the future,” he got into bed and pulled the covers over his legs.
The Hotel
Fran lay awake in her bed under the covers wearing her pink negligee while watching “I Love Lucy” and holding the remote when there was a knock at the door causing her to sigh with annoyance. She turned the TV off and climbed out of bed taking her robe from the foot of the bed and slipping it on as she approached the door. Once her robe was fastened she opened the door only to find Niles standing there.
“Niles,” she smiled.
“I thought it was you,” he smiled back “Welcome back, Miss Fine,” he said as they hugged gently.
“Come in. What are you doing here,” Fran asked as he entered.
“To see you, who do you think,” he said hearing her close the door.
“I wasn’t expecting you. That’s all,” she said.
“I thought we’d never see you again. The children thought so too as a matter of a fact we all did,” he told her.
“Niles, I can explain,” she began but he interrupted her “Save it, Miss Fine, there’s no need. Mr. Sheffield used you as a door mat. We all know that. I’m surprised you’re not flat as a pancake,” he said making her smile.
“Niles, you’re my best friend. You can be straight with me. How’s he been doing? Is he really in love with Chloe? How are the kids?” she asked all at once.
“He’s been better, I don’t believe so and they’ve been better. Where’s the other Mr. Sheffield,” he asked.
“In his room,” she replied.
“But I thought…………..” she shook her head “you mean you’re……” she nodded “Has it gone through yet?” he asked.
“The papers came last week. I wasn’t fooling him after a couple of months. He knew where my heart was and it wasn’t with him,” she said sitting on her bed.
“But I saw you together,” he said.
“Nigel came back with me because he knew I was going to need his help getting through to Maxwell,” she told him.
“Well, that’s for sure,” he commented then thought for a moment before sitting beside her, “We need to get you two together for a real good talk,” he took her hand.
“Niles, we just thought if Max and I could talk we could work it out but now that he’s engaged…….” Niles interrupted her “Oh, please, Miss Fine, Miss Simpson and Mr. Sheffield are only together because she pushed him into it. He believed you were never coming back and now he’s in this semi-relationship with a woman who wants nothing but his money and glamour.”
“What?” Fran stood.
“It’s the only reason I know of for them to be together. They don’t love each other and everyone knows it,” Niles said.
“That little minks,” she took a few steps past him but stopped at the end of the bed.
“You know what else she’s done,” he asked.
“Oh no, now what?” she asked placing her hands in her pockets.
“Fran, she removed pictures of Sara,” he said.
“What?” Fran spoke almost in a whisper.
She sat on the chair placed at the table in shock with hands still in pocket. Fran couldn’t believe it after all this time of mourning his beloved late wife this could happen.
“How could he let her do that? She’s the mother of his children. Sara was the one person he couldn’t get over,” she commented.
“Come by the house, you’ll find out,” Niles told her.
“I can’t do that he hates me,” Fran said.
“Oh, don’t worry about him. I’ll take care of it,” he said.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” she asked a little confused.
“Trust me,” Niles gave her a grin.
Fran watched him head to the door, “Niles,” she said in low voice causing him to turn toward her when his hand touched the door handle.
“I miss him,” she commented.
“I know. He misses you too,” he said.
“Really,” she smiled lightly.
“I can hear him pace. The children miss you too,” he said.
“How are they?” she asked.
“That’s a whole different talk,” he told her.
“Then park it and dish,” Fran sat on the bed and pointed beside her.
The Next Day
The entire house was quiet, all except for a doorbell ringing through the air bringing Niles from the kitchen in his usually brown suit.
“This place gets more like a ghost town every day,” he mumbled.
Niles opened the door revealing Miss Babcock wearing her maroon suit with a white no sleeve shirt under her halfway buttoned jacket and her hair cut short to her chin holding her carrying bag.
“Hello, hello,” she said walking in.
“Long time no see,” Niles commented.
“Is Maxwell in his office,” C.C. asked stopping by the couch.
“Miss Babcock, isn’t Mr. Sheffield always in his off,” Niles asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Besides attending his shows, is there ever a time when he’s not in his office,” Niles asked.
“No,” C.C. answered.
“Then why must you come in every day and ask if he’s in his office?” Niles said.
“Niles, since Nanny Fine left Maxwell has not been the same person and the children are never around, aggravating you makes me feel better,” she explained removing her long black coat.
The door bell rang again.
“Oh, don’t tell me it’s Chloe,” she said in an annoyance tone.
“Maybe its death,” he mumbled.
“What’s the difference,” C.C. said.
Niles opened the door where Fran stood dressed in her short black skirt and baby blue jacket decorated with dark blue patches with curly hair partially in a small pony tail. She removed her black sunglasses as she stepped in and placed them in her baby blue purse hanging over her shoulder while C.C. stared in amazement.
“Nanny Fine?” she questioned.
“Miss Babcock,” Fran cleared her throat.
There was a long moment of silence.
“Cat got your tongue, Caca,” Niles suggested.
C.C. glanced at him with annoyance then turned her eyes upon Fran. She always hated this woman but only because she knew Maxwell was in love with her and her leaving just proved that even more but now that someone even worse had come things change.
“Nanny Fine, I know we’ve had our differences but to be perfectly honest…………this house hasn’t been the same without you,” C.C. said handed Niles her coat.
“Is that good or bad?” Fran asked.
“NO ONE’S been happy,” C.C. told her.
“Boy, I bet that hurt,” Fran said with a smirk.
“You have no idea,” C.C. commented letting her arms fall.
“So, where’s the kids’?” Fran asked placing her purse on the shoulder.
“In their rooms,” C.C. sighed.
“Yes Chloe has them confined there,” Niles said.
“Where is this Chloe? I have a bone to pick with her,” Fran said.
“Bone picking is always good,” Niles commented.
She placed her hands on her hips in anger glancing around the house in search of the woman causing problems. Niles opened his mouth to answer but then motioned toward the office door where they saw Chloe walk in closing the door behind her while she wore a large white shawl around her shoulders across her chest matching her skirt with a purse over her shoulder. She stopped in the middle of the living room in shock.
“Frone, I had no idea you were coming here,” she spoke clueless.
“Yes,” Fran smirked as she walked over toward Chloe “yes I am. I lived here once, these were my kids, and I not only looked after them but their father as well. It’s only natural for me to come by and see how they’re doing,” Fran stopped in front of her rival.
“How sweet, well, everything’s fine here, no need to worry, I’ll walk you out,” she tried to place her hand on Fran’s shoulder to guide her.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Fran pushed her hand away and folded her arms.
“Then why else are you here? I told you everything is fine,” Chloe said.
“If everything is fine then why aren’t there kids running around the house like mad?” Fran asked.
“They prefer it in their rooms,” Chloe said with a smile.
“With the company their father keeps no wonder they do,” Fran said.
“Excuse me,” Chloe said.
Fran smiled as she stepped closer but then her smile faded and arms dropped.
“They do or you do?” Fran snapped.
“I beg your pardon,” Chloe said.
“Admit it, Lady, you don’t want them around as much as C.C. did maybe even more so and if you’re going to beg you better get on the floor,” Fran said.
“Believe me, Frone, it is their choice,” Chloe said hands on her hips.
Her tone had gotten harsher and her smile left as her and Fran glared at each other almost nose to nose. Fran returned her hands to her hips.
“You just have one thing over him C.C. didn’t,” Fran said.
“And what is that pretell,” Chloe asked folding her arms.
“He’s always been head over heels over you,” Fran told her.
“You have a point there,” Chloe turned slightly toward the office.
“Don’t flatter yourself it’s only that ridiculous hold you have on him,” Fran said “and what the heck are you doing to this house? The Munster’s house was more lively than this,” Fran said.
“This house is fine the way it is besides I don’t see how it’s any of your concern,” Chloe said.
“When it affects my kids it becomes mine,” Fran told her.
“They are not yours,” Chloe said.
“That’s right they’re not mine, they’re Sara’s and you have no right to do this to them and what in the name of Flushing have you done to Mr. Sheffield?” Fran asked.
“A lot more than you,” Chloe walked toward the front door with a smirk.
C.C. and Niles glanced at each other knowing it was a low blow just given to Fran who wouldn’t put up with that kind of thing thrown in her face. After a moment, Fran turned her way slowly approaching her new foe.
“You know something, you are incredible,” Chloe looked at her “you lock the kids in their rooms and you remove every inch of a memory of Sara and now you just walk away when you feel threatened.”
Niles and C.C. glanced at each other as Chloe froze at the front door then turned herself around staring harshly once more at Fran who stood by C.C.
“Threatened, did you say,” Chloe said.
“What are you deaf? I heard her from up here,” everyone looked up and saw Brighton standing by the banister upstairs watching and listening.
“You’re afraid he still loves me,” Fran said pointing to her.
“Oh, please,” Chloe chuckled “I assure you that is one fear I do not have. You just said yourself that he’s attracted to me.”
“Key word ATTRACTED not love,” Fran commented standing directly in front of her enemy.
“This is unbecoming of you, Frone,” Chloe stepped back touching her chin in thought.
“Fran,” Fran corrected her again.
“It makes me wonder, what’s your agenda?” Chloe asked.
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Fran said.
“Me,” Chloe placed her hand on her heart “I have no agenda.”
“Oh, please, I see through you like a plastic sheet cover,” Fran told her, “You sent the kids away just so you could do what you want with Max’s money.”
“That’s obsurd,” Chloe told her.
“I just can’t figure out how you got him to go along with this. The Maxwell I knew wouldn’t do anything unless it was right,” Fran said.
“Listen, Frone, if you keep sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong you won’t like what you find,” Chloe snapped.
“Is that a threat?” Fran asked.
“You bet your big hair it is,” Chloe spoke with an eyebrow raised.
“Oh, it’s on, sister,” Fran commented.
“Yes it is,” Chloe snapped.
They stared at each for a couple of minutes until Chloe left the house slamming the door shut.
“Too bad looks can’t kill,” Niles said.
“If they did we wouldn’t have to deal with the Ice Queen anymore,” C.C. replied.
Maxwell came out of his office wearing a red vest over his white shirt with black pants. Bringing everyone’s attention toward him he didn’t even flinch to Fran’s presence.
“Niles, would you get my lunch, please,” he reentered his office.
Fran couldn’t take her eyes off him even when Maxwell went back inside closing the door. She remained staring at the wooden door as she brought her hand to her mouth trying to contain herself while Niles walked pass and into the kitchen. Brighton ran down the stairs then came behind her and wrapped his arms around Fran resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Welcome back, Fran,” he said.
She turned around to give him a real hug tightly.
“Thank you, sweetie,” she sighed then looked him in the face “I would love to throttle her.”
“And I would love to see it,” Brighton said.
“I love him, B,” she sighed.
“Then why’d you leave?” he asked.
Brighton was still wearing his school uniform bring back so many memories. Fran touched his cheek smiling sweetly before giving him a kiss on the cheek then walking away heading to the office. Niles poked his head out of the kitchen door. Brighton looked at Niles then to C.C.
“What just happened here?” Brighton asked.
“Who cares, let’s get to the intercom,” Niles said.
The Office
Maxwell was sitting at his desk reading a manuscript while scratching his beard when Fran entered, as usual, without knocking bringing his attention to her intrusion. Fran slammed the door. He removed his glasses then placed them on his desk.
“May I help you?” he asked.
Fran took a few steps closer to the desk not saying a word to him but stared with no expression on her face. She came to his side then looked down at him.
“I have one thing to say to you,” Fran said.
“Which is?” he said turning back to his work in front of him.
“Look at me,” she turned his face to her, “I left you for your brother because you wouldn’t take me. Nigel did but he couldn’t make me happy,” she let go of him “I found that out the hard way. I love you, and I’m fighting for you.”
“What do mean by that,” he asked.
“Just what it sounds like,” Fran said.
She leaned down and kissed him on the lips just as she did so many times before when she worked for him then wound up on his lap. The kiss was long and meaningful with no fight from Maxwell since he liked what he was getting at that moment. No one had ever made him feel like she did, not even Chloe. Memories rushed back to his mind. Without their knowledge Brighton poked his head in and smiled from what he saw. Fran and Maxwell kissing, he could see his Dad’s hand holding onto the back of Fran’s head while her arms were wrapped around his neck. Brighton moved back closing the door. Fran finally pulled away standing up, both taking deep breathes and staring at each other.
“I’m back and I’m not going anywhere,” she told him before storming out.
Maxwell remained in his seat for a moment before getting up and following her.
Living Room
Fran was halfway to the door when Maxwell stopped her with his voice. She turned around leaning on one hip.
“Wait right there, Fran,” she folded her arms listening to him “you can’t just march in here and demand to have back into the house and our lives like that.”
“Who’s demanding? I’m informing,” Fran told him.
“Why did you have to come back now? Haven’t we been through enough? First we lost Sara, then you……..” Maxwell closed his eyes for a brief second “I don’t think any of us can take anymore.”
“Max, the fact I came back should say something. I know I hurt you but…….you hurt me too. I’ve been in love with you for so long and I need you,” she said.
Niles, C.C. and Brighton came to the doorway of the living room from the kitchen watching and waiting for Maxwell’s response.
“I…….I can’t say the same thing,” he told her.
“You never could,” she gave him a smirk “Nothing’s changed.”
Fran picked up her purse from the table then made her way out of the house closing the door behind her softly. Brighton came behind his father.
“Dad, how could you do that?” Brighton exclaimed.
“Brighton, not now,” Maxwell headed back to his office.
“No, Dad, I’m sick of this,” Brighton followed him.
The Office
Maxwell stopped in front of his desk and turned to his son not really wanting to hear what he had to say since it had been a while since they even spoke.
“You walk around like some kind of zombie since Fran left. You did the same thing when Mom died!” Maxwell leaned back against the desk not looking at him “Mom can’t come back but Fran can and we all know you’re in love with both of them.”
“She walked out on us!” Maxwell said.
“Because you didn’t fess up and now you’re marrying the wicked witch of the west,” Brighton said.
“That’s business. She’s backing up my show,” Maxwell explained.
“Well isn’t that great for you, forget about the rest of us who are miserable,” Brighton stormed out.
Maxwell sat behind his desk and rubbed his temples leaning his elbows on the table with a sigh feeling worthless.
“What am I doing?” he asked out loud.
“That’s a good question,” he heard C.C.’s voice.
He looked up and saw C.C. closing the door.
“I keep asking myself that question over and over,” he said.
“And what’s your answer, Maxwell?” C.C asked sitting on the couch folding her arms.
“I don’t really have an answer. I am in love with her but she simply wasn’t here. Chloe was,” he told her.
“What planet are you from? Nanny Fine hung around this house for five years she’s the biggest door mat there is! I wanted you at one point myself but it was always Nanny Fine you were always kissing and holding and hugging and flirting and practically dating. I was nothing to you,” C.C. said.
“I don’t know if I can forgive her just yet,” Maxwell said.
“For your sake you should try,” C.C. told him.
“Since when are you in Miss Fine’s corner,” Maxwell asked.
“Since you started looking like a woodsman,” C.C. smiled.
The Next Day Rainbow Cutters
Chloe Simpson came out wearing a dark gray shawl wrapped across her chest and around her shoulders. She wore dark sunglasses and was turned the corner just to find Fran leaning against the building sideways wearing her own sunglasses and an orange skirt suit matching the purse over her shoulder.
“Hi there,” Fran smiled.
“What do you want?” Chloe asked.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Fran told her “Unless you want me to,” she stood up straight.
“Please, Frone, I’m not in the mood,” Chloe said walking passed her.
“Where is Maggie,” Fran followed.
“She’s busy, too busy for you,” Chloe said.
“What do you have everybody under your control?” Fran asked.
“I don’t have time for this, Frone,” Chloe said.
“It’s Fran and you’re going to make time,” Fran stopped her by the arm “If you and Maxwell are getting married then you need to be a mother to those kids not a jailer.”
“Let go of me,” Chloe pulled away “How dare you touch me in that way!”
“How dare you keep Maxwell away from his children when they mean everything in this world to him,” Fran said.
“And…………..” Chloe said getting aggravated.
“And you mean nothing,” Fran commented.
“At least I’m getting some and not making my way through the family like some little slut I know.”
Fran slapped her in the face and Chloe pushed her turning it into a physical fight between the two women. Pulling hair, scratching, and other forms of harm, back and forth which went on until Nigel and Maxwell rushed over from opposite directions. Nigel took a hold of Fran and Maxwell pulled Chloe away.
“Let me at her I’ll claw her eyes out for slapping me,” Chloe stopped struggling.
“If you lay one hand on Maggie and I’ll kill YOU,” Fran warned her.
“Wow, she threatens no wonder why Maxwell prefers me over you,” Chloe snapped.
“Go to Hell,” Fran still struggled with Nigel.
“You first, I am a lady,” Chloe commented.
“Of the night maybe,” Fran managed to say.
“Why you………” Chloe went for her again but Maxwell pulled her back.
“Nigel, get Fran out of here,” Maxwell said.
Nigel had his arms around Fran’s waist and lifted her off the ground carrying her away from the scene heading toward the waiting limo while she still faught him. Chloe glanced at Maxwell but then looked at him completely.
“Where’s your beard?” Chloe asked.
“I shaved it off, feels different without it,” Maxwell said.
“Looked better before,” Chloe told before walking away “Are you coming?”
“Yeah, I’m coming,” he said with a slight smile.
Inside The Limo
Nigel was chuckling as Fran straightened herself up and tried to cool down. She looked at him in anger.
“What are you laughing at?” she asked.
“You,” he looked at her “next time you plan on trying to kill Chloe Simpson let me know so I can get a ringside seat.”
“Very funny,” she sighed.
“I’m serious I might even sell tickets,” he told her chuckling.
“Oh, shut up,” Fran said.
“I thought things were going beautifully,” he commented.
“Doesn’t look like it. Maggie is out of reach, Maxwell looks like James Bond with a beard and Grace’s been at her shrink’s every day,” Fran complained.
“Fran, didn’t you see Maxwell?” he asked.
“What for?” she asked.
“Max shaved his beard off,” he told her.
“So?” she asked.
“So….before you left he looked like the brawny man on the towels. And now he looks like the old Maxwell again,” Nigel tried to explain.
“You think I got to him then,” Fran started to smile.
“I think so, I even saw him smile when he walked away with Chloe,” Nigel said.
“Good,” she crossed her legs.
He chuckled again still thinking about Chloe and Fran fighting and how awesome it would have looked had him and Maxwell not interfered.
“I still haven’t seen Grace and Maggie’s disappeared. This woman is ruining their lives,” Fran said.
“We could just stake out the therapy building,” Nigel said with a sly smile.
“In your dreams,” Fran said knowing what he was thinking.
“I already had Michael do that for us and she has not left the building,” Nigel said.
“That means she’s either still there or she’s been smuggled out. What about Chloe?” Fran asked.
“I’m working on getting dirt on her but it’s just not easy,” Nigel told her.
“There’s gotta be something on her,” she said.
“She dated a Kennedy but I’ll find something. Maybe find out why Maxwell is marrying some woman he doesn’t love. It doesn’t sound like Maxwell at all,” he told her.
“I think I might know someone who could tell me something about Grace,” Fran said.
Lawrence Psychiatric Home for Teens
Fran walked down the halls of the hospital with a doctor walking besides her wearing a white coat as she examined each room the passed by. Walls were white just as the doors were with little windows allowing anyone to look inside to observe the patients. They stopped by one rooms’ door.
“Grace is right in here. She reacts well to counseling even after her outing to her father’s show. She’s mention you many times,” the doctor explained as Fran peered through the window.
“You mentioned that she signed herself in,” Fran said.
“Yes, she did. She wasn’t suicidal but she was depressed and needed a break from reality which meant she was heading toward a mental break,” the doctor said.
Grace was sitting on her bed wearing a pink robe covering her light blue nightgown as she read a book quietly with her hair resting on her shoulder when the door opened catching her attention. Her doctor appeared with a smile.
“What are you smiling about?” Grace asked clearing her throat.
“You have a visitor,” the doctor said.
When Fran stepped out from behind the doctor Grace brightened up and jumped out of bed “Fran,” she exclaimed running to her former nanny. She wrapped her arms around her former aunt. “Gracie,” Fran whispered then suddenly found Grace was crying on her shoulder.
“Sweetie, are you ok?” Fran asked.
“I missed you. I just couldn’t cope when you left,” Grace said.
“It’s alright, baby, I’m here now. I’m here,” she kissed the young girl’s head.
“How’d you know where I was?” Grace asked.
“Niles told me, he couldn’t at first but………” Grace nodded knowingly with a smile “You conned him.”
“Yeah, oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry all this has come down on you this way,” Fran ran her fingers through Grace’s hair gently.
“Don’t worry, Fran, Daddy comes to see me every other day even though Chloe thinks it’s once a week and Maggie………..” Fran interrupted Grace “Maggie? Maggie comes to see you here!” Fran spoke in surprise.
“Of course, why what’s wrong,” Grace asked.
She watched Fran walk over toward the bed looking like she was upset. Fran sat down on the bed sighing not sure where to begin placing her hand on her mouth for a second.
“Fran, what’s wrong?” Grace sat beside her.
“Oh, Grace, I ruined everything,” she pulled her purse on to her lap, “I ran off with Nigel because I didn’t think your father would ever take me and now he’s marrying someone else, you’re in the hospital and Maggie is unreachable and Brighton’s going crazy in that house locked up in his room like a prisoner,” she told Grace.
“Fran, don’t worry about us. It’s Daddy, he needs to realize how important you are to him just like you are to Brighton, Maggie and me,” Grace said.
“Oh, Gracie, I love you,” Fran hugged her gently.
“I love you too,” Grace said.
Hotel That Night
Maxwell came down the hall wearing a black coat covering the dark blue suit Fran liked so much. He knocked on the door he was told went to her room and waited patiently feeling a little nervous. Fran opened the door. She was wearing blue jeans with a pink blouse tied in a knot at her waist with her hair up in hair pins with a few curls hanging by her face. Maxwell always thought she was so lovely even in everyday clothes.
“Maxwell, what are you doing here?” she asked.
“May I come in? I have to talk to you,” he said.
Fran gave him a nod letting him know she was allowing him to come in to her hotel room. Maxwell entered still a little nervous though he knew he shouldn’t be since it was just his former nanny he’d fallen in love with. She closed the door then folded her arms.
“Lovely room,” Maxwell commented.
“Max, you said you wanted to talk, so talk,” Fran said.
“Yeah, well, I think I should explain about Chloe. She came not long after you left. She listened to my complaints and everything. The only reason we’re getting married is because I need a permanent backer. You see, there’s a strong possibility one of my plays will be turned into a TV show and our best chance is to have a constant backer. Marriage was the only way. I know it sounds terrible but I thought if I went through with it my old feelings for her would come back,” Maxwell explained.
“Have they?” Fran asked.
“Not really. You seem to have ruined me for other women. When I’m with her I can’t stop thinking about you,” Maxwell said.
“Max……..” he interrupted her “Fran, I love you and I never stopped. I know it sounds ludicrous coming from someone who kept you at arms’ length for so long but it’s true. I’m sorry for taking you for granted.”
“Then why are you marrying someone else?” Fran asked.
“I thought I was over you. She offered to back my show and I thought marrying her would just increase my feelings for her,” Maxwell told her.
“Maxwell, what are you doing here?” she asked.
“I do want you, but I have to respect my commitment to her,” Maxwell said.
“Even if that means you’ll never be happy,” Fran said.
“I have to try,” Maxwell said.
Fran folded her arms closing her eyes for just as second as Maxwell came closer to her lifting her chin bringing her eyes to his making her almost get lost inside them as she always did. Max could see the tears forming killing him inside but his pride came first.
“You have to try,” she head to the door “you have to respect your commitment,”
“Fran,” he sighed.
She opened the door without looking at him and trying not to cry.
“Get out,” she ordered.
He walked out the as Fran wiped a tear from her cheek as Grace came out of the bathroom wearing blue pajamas.
“What’s he thinking?” Grace asked in amazement.
“I don’t know,” she dabbed her eyes with a tissue from the desk “First we have to find your sister.”
Chloe Simpson’s Studio The Next Day
Chloe stood beside a photo shoot of a young woman posing in a sexy black dress with the photographer doing his little snapping pictures dance egging her on to pose in certain positions for his camera. With people rushing around busy with their jobs their boss looked on but mostly when a model was getting her picture taken. No one noticed a new face showing up, Fran’s. She entered the huge room wearing her black sunglasses and her short violet skirt matching her jacket just a shade darker and her hair pinned up loosely. Fran held onto her purse over her shoulder as she glanced around then asked a passing man wear Maggie Sheffield was but the man shrugged his shoulders. Chloe sighed as she turned around ready for the next shoot when she noticed Fran walking around. She rolled her eyes and marched up to her wearing tight black pants and white blouse wide at the wrists.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded to know.
“Well, hello, to you too, Chloe,” Fran said.
“We’re passed formalities just answer the question,” Chloe told her.
“I’m looking for Maggie and Gracie seems to think you know where she is,” Fran said.
“Gracie’s a lunatic,” Chloe snapped.
“Hey!” Fran pointed at her “Watch it.”
“Or what, you’re going to kill me?” Chloe chuckled “Please, you don’t have the guts.”
“Oh I’ve got the guts I’m from Flushing, remember. There’s just too many witnesses,” Fran removed her sunglasses.
“Leave it alone, Frone,” Chloe told her.
“It’s Fran,” they were staring at each other “and like I told you. I’m not giving up. She’s around somewhere and I’m not leaving you alone until I get a straight answer.”
“I know exactly what this is and you are not using the children to come between Maxwell and me,” Chloe said.
“Not much confidence in your relationship, huh,” Fran said.
“Get out now!” Chloe raised her voice.
“By the way you double parked your broom outside,” Fran said.
Chloe watched as she turned around and walked out the door.
Just Outside
Fran came out wearing her sunglasses finding Grace leaning back on the building by the door wearing a black coat and hat along with sunglasses.
“You get it,” Fran asked.
“Got it,” Grace pulled out a manila envelope.
Chloe Simpson’s Office The next Day
Chloe was sitting in her black leather chair with her back to the door as she talked on the phone not realizing that Fran had entered the room and softly closed the door behind her not wanting Chloe to hear. She stared at the black chair listening to Chloe talk business with someone. Fran wore a black dress decorated with large daisies over white long sleeve shirt and a yellow jacket on top with her hair partially in a pony tail. It was taking all her strength to stop from jumping over the desk and strangling this woman who tried to take her place. Once Chloe’s conversation ended Fran made her move to the front of her black desk holding her hands behind her as the black purse hung over her shoulder. Just when Chloe turned her chair around Fran slammed a manila folder on in front of her.
“Excuse me,” Chloe said.
“No I won’t excuse you. You have Maggie working as a stripper!” Fran spoke in anger.
“Please, that’s Maxwell’s daughter not mine,” Chloe pushed the folder to the side.
“But he let you take hold of her career. What’d you tell him anyway, that she was off on some photo shoot in London or Paris maybe,” Fran said.
“You should really take this up with Maxwell,” Chloe replied.
“Maxwell is blinded by your money. He’s completely dysfunctional,” Fran told her.
“What do you want from me, Frone?” Chloe asked.
“It’s Fran, I want Maggie’s number the one in that file doesn’t work,” Fran said.
“That’s because she’s got a new job in a different club,” Chloe told her.
“You are so evil!” Fran commented.
“I’d be careful if I were you,” Chloe stood up “One false move could bring you more grief than you can handle.”
“Is that another threat?” Fran asked.
“I’m only saying if Maxwell is happy then just leave him be,” Chloe said.
“I guess you don’t know me too well and you under estimate Maxwell’s feelings way too much,” Fran said.
“Oh no,” Chloe smiled slightly.
“What canary did you eat?” Fran asked.
“I was just on the phone with the minister Johnson confirming my wedding date tomorrow,” Chloe told her.
Fran stared at her in amazement and shock all in one making it hard for her to speak for a few moments. She took a deep breath before replying to her now announcement.
“You’re getting married tomorrow,” Fran spoke trying to understand still.
“Yes and his two beautiful daughters will be my bridesmaids and while we’re having this little chat there’s one more thing I need to make clear,” Chloe stood up “If you so much as take one foot into that church on my wedding day you will be arrested.”
“Arrested, for what?” Fran asked.
“I have one word for you darling, restraining order. Just one piece of paper forbids you from coming within 100 yards of Maxwell or myself, so please leave before I have you thrown in jail this instant,” she sat back down.
“Enjoy your wedding,” Fran stormed out not sure what to do now.
Once she slammed the door Fran leaned back against it while tears began filling her eyes which she covered with both hands wearing black gloves. Nigel suddenly came to her side worried about the fact that she was crying.
“Fran, what happened,” he asked.
She wiped her eyes and brought her hands away from her face then looked at him giving a small sigh.
“It’s not going to work, Nigel,” she told him.
“What are you talking about? I thought Max……….” she interrupted him “Nigel, please, let’s just drop it.”
“Fran,” she interrupted him again “He doesn’t want me!” she lowered her voice “He wants her.”
Nigel watched Fran run off and out of the lobby with everyone watching. She rushed passed Brighton.
“Something’s wrong here. I’ve just about had it with her,” Nigel motioned toward the office.
“You and me both, whatever we do needs to be done fast,” Brighton said.
The Park in Queens
Fran was taking a stroll through the park trying desperately to get Maxwell off her mind. She felt like a fool thinking she could change anyone’s mind. The first time Fran and Maxwell were on the same page and he finally decides to make a commitment. All she kept thinking about while watching the people walk around the park was a song she heard on the radio.
“Words can’t describe this loneliness, wanting you, wishing you wanted me. I see you in my dreams at night and wake up alone. I see something sad in your eyes, I know the reason why, you want someone to hold you open your eyes I am right here.”
The song described just what she was feeling at that moment. She needed someone to hold her. She wanted and needed Maxwell. She’d always been there but he just couldn’t see it.
“Words can’t describe the emptiness, deeper as, deeper as days go by. I see you everywhere I go and walk away alone. I see something sad in your eyes, I know the reason why, you want someone to hold you open your eyes I am right here.”
Tears came to her eyes she couldn’t believe were there. Fran felt like some fight had been taken from her somehow. Usually she never accepted defeat but now there wasn’t much she could think of to do. Maxwell’s lost his mind marrying someone he doesn’t love. She came to the entrance of the park and froze when she saw Maxwell walking down the sidewalk.
“Words can’t describe this happiness I feel inside every time you’re near.”
Fran wanted so bad to say something to him but all she could do was watch him walk by and head right over to his limo awaiting his arrival.
“Max,” she pushed herself to say.
He stopped then looked back at her with a sigh.
“ I see you and I want to say I’m tired of being alone.”
“Fran,” he said.
Maxwell began walking toward her but she ran into his arms hugging him tightly. She finally got to feel his arms around her for the last time.
“I see something sad in your eyes, I know the reason why, you want someone to hold you open your eyes I am right here.”
Chloe’s limo showed up across the street as her window rolled down slowly revealing her glare toward the couple holding each other.
“I am right here………….”
Fran’s Hotel Room The Next Day
Rain poured down from the sky and landed on the roof top of the lovely hotel where Fran stood in her red sparkling evening gown staring out the window of the French doors with her hair swept up on top of her head with a curl or two hanging by her face. In her hand was a champagne glass almost empty. Fran turned and headed toward the phone by the bed while setting her glass on the table and she began dialing. After a moment she heard the phone ring and folding her arm under her elbow she waited patiently but no one was answering causing her to hang up her phone.
“This is ridiculous,” she
headed back to the doors “I can’t let this happen.”
Just then a crack of thunder rang through the sky making Fran jump
slightly watching the lightening flash across her eyes.
“But I already had my shower,” she complained.
Fran sighed before she rolled her eyes and headed toward the bed. She grabbed her black rain coat off the chair by the desk and pulled her arms through the sleeves.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said taking her purse from the bed.
She left the room slamming the door but a second later the phone rang, over and over but Fran was gone and could hear it go off.
St. Mary’s Church
Niles was wearing a tuxedo and on the phone in the minister’s office. He shook his head glancing back at Brighton (dressed in the same tuxedo) then hung up.
“She’s not answering?” Brighton questioned.
“No, she’s not and I have no idea what we do now,” Niles answered.
C.C. came running in from the next room in a pale purple gown with short sleeves and square neckline wearing a matching small hat decorated with huge dark purple flowers.
“Did you get in touch with her?” she asked holding white tulips.
“Not yet,” Brighton said.
“Not yet? Niles, the wedding starts in ten minutes! What are we going to do?” she exclaimed.
“We have to stop the wedding,” Niles said leaning his hand on the desk.
“But, Niles, how can we do that without Fran here?” Brighton asked.
“Well, we’ll have to make do with what we got,” Niles said.
“Such as………….” C.C. said waiting for more.
“Such as a key,” Niles picked up a small key from the front of the desk.
The Bridal Room
Chloe stood in front of her mirror admiring her slim figure in her strapless wedding dress fitting perfectly to her body with a little wide opening around her lower legs. Small flowers decorated around where her cleavage showed off matching the ones at the bottom of her gown and her veil was attached to a crown on her head. Maggie and Grace stood behind her wearing the same bride’s maids dresses C.C. wore along with the same hat. The two young girls exchanged expressions as Maggie came behind Chloe.
“Don’t I look stunning,” Chloe commented happily.
“Here’s your bouquet, Chloe,” Maggie said.
“Thank you, Darling,” Chloe replied.
C.C. opened the door and motioned for Grace to come over to her as Chloe talked with Maggie about the loveliness of her own dress and body not noticing that C.C. was whispering in Grace’s ear.
“I can’t believe this day is finally here. I hope you girls will be as happy as I am right at this moment,” Chloe commented.
Maggie glanced at Grace and C.C. who waved her to come out with them.
“Chloe, you’re lipstick is a little smeared,” Maggie smiled sweetly.
“Oh, I think you’re right, thank you, Darling, I’ll be right back do hold this for me, will you?” Chloe asked.
She handed Maggie the bouquet then rushed to the bathroom and as soon as the door was closed Maggie, Grace and C.C. left. Once on the outside, C.C. locked the door with the key Niles had given her moments before hand.
“This still doesn’t solve getting Fran here,” Maggie said.
“Relax, there’s more to the plan,” C.C. told her.
Brighton came rushing from around the corner and stopped short.
“She’s here!” he announced.
The Groomsman Room
Maxwell was sitting on the couch with both arms resting on his knees while his hands entwined together touching his lips and deep in thought. He didn’t notice Niles entering.
“Sir, she’s ready,” he said.
His boss didn’t answer.
“Sir,” Niles waited.
“I heard you,” Maxwell replied.
“Are you ready, Sr?” Niles asked.
“Yes, yes I’m ready,” Maxwell rose to his feet gently.
Niles followed Maxwell out the door closing it behind him with his fingers crossed hoping this plan of theirs will somehow work.
The Sanctuary
Maxwell walked down the aisle with Brighton and Niles close behind and both stopped at the side once they approached the preacher. Beautiful music played softly in the air with the three brides maids making their way down the aisle. The women smiled at Maxwell before stoppping on the opposite side leaving room for the bride. With the music blaring the wedding march everyone stood up and both doors opened revealing the bride with the vail covering her face. Maxwell watched Chloe coming closer and closer. His heartbeat faster and faster even more when she stopped beside him both facing the preacher.
“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today in front of God to celebrate in Holy matrimony the marriage between Chloe Renee Simpson and Maxwell Barbra Sheffield. Marriage isn’t something to be taken lightly………”
With the preacher talking all Maxwell could think about was Fran. Fran’s smile, her body, her eyes, her laugh……..even her kiss was something he just couldn’t get off his mind.
‘What am I doing?’ Maxwell thought to himself ‘I can’t do this. Backer or no backer, I love Fran. She’s the one I want not Chloe.’
“If there is anyone who has any objections why these two should not be married please speak now or forever hold your peace,” the preacher recited.
For a moment no one said a word but a second later to everyone’s surprise Maxwell raised his hand. Everyone gasped in shock.
“Dad,” Brighton commented.
“I’m sorry. I have to say something. No I need to say something,” he cleared his throat facing his bride “Chloe, I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I tried to hold back my feelings, actually I tried to change them but I can’t. I’m sorry. My heart belongs to someone else and I never took it back from her, I appologize. I hope we can still be friends.”
Just then they heard a thump from the front of the church making everyone bring their attention to the doors where after a minute they saw Chloe Simpson appear in her wedding dress with her vail pushed behind her head.
“Chloe?” Maxwell spoke in shock.
She stood there placing her hands on her hips in anger at the beginning of the aisle.
“If you’re there then who’s……..” he looked at the bride standing beside him.
Suddenly the vail was pulled back revealing Fran’s lovely smiling face causing Maxwell to becoming incredibly surprsied.
“Fran,” he commented.
“Hi, Max,” Fran said.
“I don’t believe it,” he exclaimed.
Chloe marched down the aisle eyes set upon Fran but stopped by Maxwell.
“Maxwell, throw her out,” Chloe demanded.
“I……..” Maxwell glanced at Fran but then looked straight at Chloe “I’m sorry, Chloe, but she’s the one. Not you.”
“I do not believe this. Maxwell, you go through with this and I will not back your show,” she snapped.
“He doesn’t need to,” they heard Nigel’s voice come from the main doors.
Nigel stormed through the aisle taking his spot behind Chloe.
“I am his brother,” Nigel folded his arms.
“Who ran off with the Nanny for his children,” Chloe said.
“At least I didn’t lie about having money. Chloe Simpson is broke. She hasn’t a dime to her name and thought she’d get her hands on your money,” Nigel told her.
“How dare you?” Chloe exclaimed facing him with hands on hips.
Nigel and Chloe started arguing the same time with each other. A very loud whistle came from the side and stepping forward was Niles.
“The floor is yours, Sir,” Niles gave a slight bow for his boss.
“Thank you, Niles. Chloe, get out now. We are not getting married,” Maxwell said.
“Maxwell, you’re confused,” she came in front of him “Frone has confused you so bad that you don’t even know what you’re saying.”
“Don’t know what I’m saying?” Maxwell stepped back “Let me tell you something, you have controlled this family long enough. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been to even let you do so. No longer will that go on. This is my family,” he looked back at Fran “and this is the woman I love,” she smiled “If she’ll have me.”
“Oh, Max,” she hugged him gently.
“This is ridiculous, I have more class in my little finger than Frone has in her entire brain,” Chloe shook her head.
Fran marched over to Chloe Simpson and stood in front of her looking at the woman dead in the eyes.
“It’s Fran and don’t you forget it, Miss Piss and ss for this dress…..” Fran ripped her puffy dress off revealing a strapless white dress fitting to her body and threw the old one to the side “Now that’s ME!”
“I won’t stand here and be insulted,” Chloe said.
“How about embarrassed?” Brighton mentioned.
When she passed him he ripped her dress by stepping on it while she walked by tearing her dress showing off her stockings and making her scream. Everyone laughed as she left the church and running out the door.
Maxwell turned to Fran with a big smile on his face and took a few steps toward her taking her hands in his.
“I love you, my darling,” he said.
“I love you too,” she replied.
They kissed passionately and tightly holding each other close with the audience hollering and applauding for them. The preacher tried to cut in but neither would move but remained together ignoring the rest of the world.
“Excuse me, Maxwell,” the preacher commented.
Some people laughed lighlty watching Fran and Maxwell not paying attention to the preacher who clearly wanted to continue the service. After a few minutes had gone by they did separate and stood in front of the preacher and began their vows as the crowd watched in aw. Nigel stood behind Maxwell knowing Fran was now truly happy.
“And by the powers vested in me by the Holy Spirit, I may now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” the preacher said.
Fran and Maxwell turned to face each other.
“Again,” he commented.
Everyone applaud once more as the two kissed lovingly and then turned to walk down the aisle with the three kids. While holding Fran’s hand Maxwell placed his arm around Maggie’s shoulders then kissed her forehead with Grace next to Fran whose arm was around her and Brighton followed beside Maggie. The little family walked down to the entrance for the sanctuary where they stopped and someone handed Fran a bouquet of flowers. She turned around and threw it over her head right in to Nigel.
The End
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