Wow! Thanks for the comments; I shall reward them by posting ASAP! Lol! So, don't worry Courtney is not actually in the story and Carly plays a seriously minor role. Also, I promise no Sam or Rick. I mixed in another character here- and the next chapter is most likely going to be the meeting of Jason and Liz. So here goes…
The woman spent morning, day, and night with her new daughter. But as time passed the evil man became angry. He wanted to know why the woman had not born him a son. In his anger he sent her away with her daughter. He sent them to a small house in the middle of the forest where they stayed for one full year, far away from the world.
Elizabeth browsed through a rack of dresses, watching as the colors and fabrics slid through her fingers. Johnny and Garret were right outside the store, slumped on a bench. She had promised that this would be the last store, and then they could get something to eat. The forty-something year old man and eighteen year old boy resembled raggedly Ann dolls- all floppy.
Just as she was about to move on to the next rack she spotted a pale blue dress. She picked it up, feeling its frothy fabric slip between her fingers. It had short capped sleeves, and was designed to look like a modern version of a Victorian dress. It was form fitting, but a silhouette of sheer blue fabric made the look ethereal. Elizabeth bit her lip in contemplation. She loved it, but should she buy it? She had no where to wear it to, and a dress that beautiful deserved to be worn out where lots of people would see it.
"You should definitely get it" said a voice next to her. Elizabeth looked up and saw a woman; she looked to be a little bit older than her. She had brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"What?"
"You should get it. It'd go great with your skin tone." She said in a friendly tone. Elizabeth looked a little bit confused. People didn't usually talk to her much, at least people who weren't in the mob. They were too intimidated by her guards, who happened to be dozing off outside on the benches.
"You were thinking about buying it right?"
"Well yeah but how'd you-"
"You had the classic 'I'm debating about buying this' shopping girl look. Trust me I know, I get it all the time." Elizabeth smiled.
"Do you work here?"
"Oh no! Please! I wish! Imagine the discounts!" she laughed. "Actually I'm a doctor, or rather I'm going to be a doctor- I'm finishing up my post grad residency."
"Cool. I'm Elizabeth." Elizabeth offered her hand, which the woman gladly accepted.
"I'm Robin." She smiled, then she lifted up a red dress that she had been holding. "What do you think of this?" It was ruby red, short, and silk with a strategically placed bow on the waist and spaghetti straps.
"It's really nice, what's the occasion?"
"Well I think my boyfriend is going to propose to me tonight. I'm not one hundred percent sure but,- okay I'm like ninety nine percent sure." she giggled momentarily, "He's taking me to the Metro Court hotel tonight for a fancy diner, and I wanted to look nice but not too nice, but at the same time, this might be one of the most important nights of my life. SO what do you think?"
"I think that it's perfect" Elizabeth said honestly. The red of the dress seemed to make Robin's face glow, and make her cheeks all rosy.
"I think so too!" Robin replied happily.
At that moment a saleswoman approached the two.
"Can I help you?" she said coldly.
"Yes." Elizabeth answered. "I'll be taking this one. And she'll be taking that one." She pointed to the dress in Robin's hands. "Put them both on my card." She handed the now smiling associate her credit card. The woman walked away, smiling as she thought of her commission.
"I can't let you do that!" Robin said in shock.
"Yes you can, and you will. Consider it an engagement gift." Elizabeth smiled as the associate returned with two separate bags and Liz's card and receipt.
Robin and Elizabeth headed towards the door together.
"It was really nice meeting you Robin" Elizabeth said cheerily. She meant it, Robin was nice and somebody that Elizabeth- a person not quick to warm up to people- instantly liked.
"You too Elizabeth. I hope we can meet again! And thanks so much for the dress!"
"Good luck at dinner" Elizabeth said as they parted ways.
Johnny and Garret were waiting for her, complaining of starvation.
The next morning Elizabeth awoke to the grim faces of her two protectors. Her father had called while she was still asleep. He had told Garret that the Moretti family had asked him to join them in knocking out the Corinthos family in a move for full control of the Port Charles ports. Apparently the area was prime real estate, and one that primarily belonged to Sonny Corinthos. Her father had refused, seeing no reason to partner with the Moretti's. He felt that if and when he decided to engage in all out war with Corinthos, then he would do it himself. However, everyone knew how dirty the Moretti's were, and he felt that he should put Garret on notice that they might possibly come after Elizabeth for leverage.
Garret had asked for extra security. Anthony had refused saying that daughters of the mob were only good for one thing- power marriages. If she had been a boy, a son, he said, then she would've been able to take over for him and it would've been in his best interest to provide further security. But she was a girl and so Garret had to make due, as Anthony spat out before hanging up.
"So are you telling me that I can't go out?" Elizabeth asked annoyed at the whole situation.
"You won't be made to stay in for at least another week. The Moretti's have to find you first, and there's no way that they're going to suspect that you're here in Port Charles when the last traces of you were back in Oregon."
So Elizabeth ate breakfast with Johnny as Garret made some calls. She was used to hiding, she was used to running. It was a part of her life; she didn't know how to escape from it.
Across town, in a small dimly lit room above an empty bar a man was making an important phone call.
"We traced his call boss- she's here."
"She's here in Port Charles?"
"Yeah boss."
"Who's with her?"
"The same two guys. The older one was the one who answered the call."
"Only two?" then aside "not very smart of Anthony at all."
"Well you know what to do."
"Yeah boss, Saturday right?"
"Yes. You'd better not fail me."
"Yes boss."
