A WREATH OF IVY
Hi guys! Here is my second RoV fic, but my first long fic . I know my English is not very good ^_^ as I'm not a native English speaker. So all feedbacks and comments are very much appreciated. Hope you like it!
Chapter 1
IVY
- I said let go of me!
- Come with me, Ivy! I've paid for you already.
- So what ! I can give you back your money right now.
SLAP!
The noise in the pub was immediately frozen as a rich man slapped a lady with a pop. Such was a strong slap that the lady fell down on the ground. His face even got redder when he caught a stare of the young lady, indignant with self-dignity.
About two tables from there, two men were talking about the affair.
- What's wrong with that guy? Doesn't he know how to treat a lady, said a guy with dark hair.
- Hey, calm down, dude! There's no need to be that gentle, she's just a woman, a hot one, said his friend, a blond guy.
- What do you mean? How can you say such a thing about a graceful young lady?
- Use your brain, man! What kind of women can appear in this place? She's a working-chick, a prostitute or should I say a courtesan, actually.
- Courtesan? She doesn't seem like that… Hey! Have you mistaken?
- Nah, I never mistake such a famous courtesan in Paris, lady Ivy Lessane. What a totty hotty!
- Ivy…she's charming.
- Of course she is! Oh oh … are you under her spell? I thought all your life, there's only mademoiselle, her? Hahaha
-Hey! It's not like that.
- GET OUT OF MY WAY, Madam Lessane!, an angry voice interrupted the men's talk.
- Please, my lord, Ivy's a bit tired today. Stupid girl! Go beg monsieur a pardon, Ivy! Oh… I'll make up to you, sir, actually, these three girls will. They're Floral, Gloria and Jessica. They're very cute and obedient. Could they please you, Monsieur Marimbeau?
- GET OUT OF MY WAY! I just want Ivy and I already paid her.
- Oh please, sir!
Ivy said nothing, just sat still right where she had fallen. Her face didn't show any expression. But her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes were filled with bitter and hatred. Suddenly, she raised her face, looked straight at the rude man, now Monsieur Marimbeau. While slowly standing up, she smoothed the creases out of her dress. Her charming smile lightened her face up. Then she suddenly burst out laughing. She laughed, laughed louder and louder as everyone was stunned.
-Has she lost her mind?
-Nah, I don't think so, said the dark hair guy, just wait here, I'll go there just in case.
-Hey, where are you going? What are you up to? Are you insane?
-No, I'm not. Maybe you'd better go get a carriage.
-I TOLD YOU I don't need your money. I don't want to go out or make love with a yobbo piggy wether!
-Stop that, Ivy! He'll kill you for that.
-Are you scared, Madam Lessane? I'm telling the truth, right, sir Marim-boo?
-Shut your mouth up, Ivy! No more of your cheek! How can you say such things to Monsieur Marimbeau and Madam Lessane? That sweet voice came from a glamorous lady walking toward sir Marimbeau. She kept smiling and flirting with him so as to cool his anger down.
-There you are, Scarlette! Help me clean this mess!
-With pleasure, Madam Lessane! And I think you should give our saucy Ivy a lesson.
-Just do your job, Scarlette, try to please Monsieur Marimbeau!
Scarlette replied nothing but a smile.
- My lord, don't you get angry because of Ivy. I can satisfy you, can't I, my wise and handsome Monsieur Marimbeau?
Then, the wise and handsome sir lost in the charming witchery of Scarlette. Flaccid, willowy women always attract men. Here came the next spell of witch Scarlette.
- Oh bhoo bhoo I… Monsieur Marimbeau, she was whimpering as trying to shed a tear, my sweet sir, poor Ivy! Her mother died yesterday. She was so sad and kept criticizing herself for being absent when her mother was dying. Oh… it was so sad as she died of starving. Oh… bhoo bhoo we girls never have enough money to eat, to feed our family. All money we've earned is for this jewellery, perfume, costume, cosmetic… just to please you all, generous noblemen.
Then, her green eyes were full of water as some tears were rolling on her delicate rosy cheeks. So touching her speech was that the generous nobleman couldn't help holding her soft hands, kissed them and then told the beauty that he could do anything for her to help her out of her "misery", he could give her as much money as she needed to "survive".
- What a play! She's a really good actress and that man is such a fool!
…
-Please let me go, Madam Lessane!
-Let you go? Ungrateful girl! Don't you remember who saved you , who fed you, who dressed you, who made you a lady? You want to go back to the whorehouse, don't you, damned stupid girl?
-A lady? I'm a courtesan, a prostitute with rich men.
-That's it! Take off all of the jewelry and that dress you're wearing, will you? And you can feed your poor mother by a "moral" job, huh?
Ivy was stunned. She cried. She knew that she was helpless, she should, should…
-I'm sorry, Madam Lessane! I'll never do that again. It's just… I'm tired of that rogue. May you forgive me?
-Much better. If you wanna eat and dress, you should be more obedient. Now, take your punishment!
-Madam Lessane raised her arm as she was about to slap Ivy but she couldn't move her own arm. A young man with dark hair was holding her wrist tightly. His eyes flased with anger.
- She said she was sorry.
Madam Lessane looked askance at that young man then she laughed.
- Who do you think you are? What gives you the god-given right to involve in my business? Go away,kid or I'll kick you outta here!
The man stayed calmed. He said loud and clear, "I want you to let this lady go or I'll wrench your neck and take this lady away!"
-What? Are you threatening me?
-I'm serious.
And Madam Lessane could realise how serious he was as she saw his eyes had gone wild.
" Gosh! I don't think violence's gonna work. Will she believe me? And what the heck am I doing? I've just got myself into trouble. Now, that's great, just great."
Then, violence was really useless. As being threatened, Madam Lessane started to shout at the top of her voice to get her men. Our hero realised that the situation was out of his control then he immediately set her free and take Ivy away.
They were running as fast as they could as they knew there was a gang of bullies chasing them. Suddenly appeared a carriage.
…
-Thank God, we're saved!
-The one you should thank is me!
-Yes, sure. Thank you so much, Josh!
-It's okay, dude. You've just brought me my every night dream. Lady Ivy Lessane, it's a pleasure to meet you!
-Nice to meet you, too, mister?
-Broune, I'm Josh Broune.
-Okay! Nice to meet you, mister Broune.
-Oh…your smile! Am I dreaming?
-Wake up, man! Tell the driver that we're going to de Jarjeyes Mansion.
-Oh, so my hero is an aristocrat. That explains why you're so noble, monsieur de Jarjeyes.
-My mistake. I'm not a noble. I'm a servant in de Jarjeyes family, I'm André Grandier.
-Then, Monsieur Grandier, I think we've reached de Jarjeyes Mansion.
…
TO BE CONTINUED
NOTE: I read somewhere in Lady Oscar forum about a Takarazuka about a courtesan and André. And well ... here we are ... this fic. Uhm, I hope you like it!
