Jack sat with his sketchpad in his lap as he drew Rose as she in a relaxed position on his couch in the nude. He felt very intimidated by the sight of her in all her glory and could feel a blush rising to his cheeks as he sketched her breasts, though Rose had insisted he draw her like this and who was he to deny her of the pleasure.

"I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste!" Rose teased him with a playful smile.

Jack smiled sweetly as he continued to sketch. A moment later he was abruptly interrupted by the noise of his phone ringing. He stopped sketching and pulled his cell phone out of his jeans pocket.

"Hello," he said speaking into it. "This is Jack Dawson speaking."

"Hello, Mr. Dawson," said the voice of an older man through the phone. "I don't know if you remember me, but my name is Bert Cartmell and you sketched my daughter Cora a in the park a while ago. First I'd like to thank you again for it because it turned out so beautifully that I showed it to art scholar I met who was in town the other day. His name is Marque DeCray. He liked it a lot and said he like very much to meet with the talented artist who drew the masterpiece."

Jack was completely stunned. "Are you kidding me? A real scholar is going to meet with me?"

"I didn't say he was, I said he'd like to," Mr. Cartmell corrected him. "You see I didn't know where you live and said so to him, I just found your number in the phone book just now, and I'm afraid he's gone back to Paris since yesterday morning as that is where he lives."

"Oh," said Jack, sounding slightly downhearted. "Well, thanks anyway," and he was about to hang up when Mr. Cartmell quickly spoke again.

"Wait! Now, I really would like for him to meet with you as I feel you need the attention to your work, and so I've booked you a flight to Paris to meet with him, it's paid at all expenses by myself."

Jack almost dropped the phone. "Really, you have! Oh wow! Thanks so much, sir! I don't know how I can ever repay you!"

"No thanks are necessary," Mr. Cartmell assured him. "It's the least I can do for you after you made my little girl smile."

Jack turned off his cellphone and put it back in his pocket as he went back to his drawing of Rose.

"Who was that?" Rose asked curiously.

"It was Bert Cartmell, I sketched his little girl a while ago and he showed it to an art scholar who lives in Paris and he's arranged for me to meet him there," Jack replied, still hardly believing it.

"Really? Jack how wonderful!" Rose exclaimed, happy for him. "You know this is your big chance, and I'd be honored if I could go with you, won't you let me, please?"

"Of course," said Jack.

Later in the day, Jack and Rose sat with Fabrizio and Helga playing chess with Jack's old chess set.

"So it looks like you were right, Fabri," Jack said after he had told them about how Rose had defied her mother by moving in with him. "And you'll never guess what else happened to me today!"

"Of course I won't until you tell me," Fabrizio replied. "Checkmate," he added.

"Bert Cartmell, I drew a picture of his daughter for him once, called me and said he referred me to a famous art scholar who lives in Paris and he's arranged for me to meet him there."

"And I'm going with him," Rose added.

"I knew you'd make it big someday!" Fabrizio said almost as if he'd known about it all along. "And funny you should be going to Europe just now because so are we," he added.

"You are?" asked Jack in surprise.

Fabrizio nodded. "My uncle Giovanni wrote to me and said he needs help in his restaurant and he's asking me to help out for a while and he lives in Venice where I lived for my first seven years so I haven't seen him in so long I can't wait to see him again."

"And I'm going with him," Helga added. "Because I'd be honored to see where my Fabri was born."

"Hey, I just had a crazy idea," Jack said. "Why don't we combine our trips?"

"You mean you'll come to Venice with us and we'll go to Paris with you?" Fabrizio asked smiling.

"Yep, crazy isn't it?" said Jack.

"Yes, it is," said Fabrizio. "I love it!" he said with a big grin.

"Checkmate!" Jack declared victoriously.

"Who does she think she is! That girl has messed with the wrong man!" Cal ranted as he held a glass of brandy which he was barely even tasting. "Dismissed, rejected, publicly humiliated! Why, it's more than I can bear!" he went on. "No one humiliates a Hockley!"

"Damn right!" His father Nathan Hockley agreed.

"I'm disgraced!" Cal declared as he threw his glass of brandy against the wall shattering it to pieces of broken glass spilt brown liquid.

"A true Hockley can never be disgraced, my son," his father countered him. "And if you want Rose back there is only one thing to do, and that is to take her by force!"

"How can I!" Cal exclaimed irritably. "You heard the judge pass that despicable restraining order! If I try to come in contact with Rose ever again I'll be even more humiliated than I am now!"

"Ah! That may be true, but only this country alone," his father replied. "Now if you were both somewhere else that would be another matter altogether."

"You may have something there," said Cal without spirit. "But how can I get us both out of the country?"

"You won't have to, my boy," replied Nathan smiling snakelike. "I've hired Spicer Killjoy, he's a former detective and the best in the business to keep a lookout for any recording of the next moves of Rose and her Jack Dawson," he made Jack's name sound like a swear word. "The two of them are booked to go to Paris this week and so I've made arrangement for you to travel behind them along with Mr. Killjoy, he's just for a little extra precaution."