Summary: Victoria's thoughts after meeting Diego for the first time since his return from Spain.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I know that Johnston McCully created Zorro and that the Family Channel and a bunch of other guys improved him no end. I make no money, just have fun.
This is not proofed so if you see any mistakes, please forgive. I know there is only so much you do with spell check!
And thanks to the person with the great website that transcripts every episode. I was able to check on a point of accuracy when the DVD wasn't readily available.
"Hello Diego". It's all I could think to say. He was standing there looking so handsome, so grownup. He had changed so much in the four years since he had left for Madrid.
I saw him standing in the doorway of my tavern, his father proudly showing him off. He was wearing the sword of the Cabrillo, a sign of his new status in the community. And yet his first name just slipped out of my mouth like we were still children.
He wasn't offended, far from it. I could tell from the way he looked at me he thought I too had grown up well. He actually looked a little surprised. He kissed my hand and held it perhaps a moment too long.
I suppose I was somewhat of a gangly child. I always felt like my feet were too big and my hair would never stay in place. And I had been so ashamed of my nose; I remember it didn't seem to fit my face. My father used to tell me I was his rare beauty- a pearl forming in the sand of life. But isn't that what fathers are for?
Diego was so forceful putting that disgusting corporal in his place. I felt a thrill when he told him he knew how to treat a lady. And then as I watched my childhood friend's first encounter with the Alcade, he seemed so fierce, so confident. I hope he will be a man of action.
It seems we are constantly under oppression. How nice it would be to have help in the fight. As a woman I am so limited. It hardly seems fair.
I hope that Diego will come into town again tomorrow. And that I will remember to show him the respect he deserves, that my words won't desert me this time. And I'm curious to see what kind of man he has become.