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Chapter 25: Feud with the Dutchesses

Two months have gone by...Charlotte and Lord Beckett were happier with eachother, satisfied with themselves. She was absolutely the perfect wife and everyone in Port Royal agreed. Everytime Beckett and Charlotte would be at social gatherings, she would demonstrate grace and class. Along these two months eveyone had begun to admire her. Of course Isabella was not happy at all, before she loved to attend social gatherings with James. But now, she dreaded every single minute of it. They would all be saying, "How radient you look Dutchess Beckett". "She has that glow of newly married woman, which makes her look beautiful". A glow that Isabella once had and was praised upon. She still does, but it is not shining like Charlotte's.

Isabella recieved a request from Charlotte to play one of the staring role, in a play she will be having for the "elite society" of Port Royal. Isabella decided to discuss this with James and her father before answering to Charlotte's invitation.

"I don't understand why I must do this, she hardly even speaks to me". Isabella pouted as she sat in the sofa in James's study.

"Isabella, because snobbing her will put you in a bad position in the island, understand please...do it for James as well, you represent him when you two are out at social events." Alexander advised Isabella to do this, its for their own good.

"Isabella you know I hate forcing you to do this, but it is best you accept her invitation for this play. Keep in mind she was gracious enough to give you one of the starring roles." James kneeled before Isabella, trying to convince her to do this. She took his hand and held it tight, and he kissed her palm.

"I guess I have to accept it." Isabella sighed

"Very well then, I shall send Dutchess Beckett a notice telling her you will be attending rehearsals." James stood, and went over to his desk to write the letter.

"I am not happy about this". Isabella said as she leaned back against the sofa and crossed her arms.

"Oh Isabella, don't tell me you are not happy to sing. You love it, the music...besides you will be brilliant, I know so my sweet girl". Alexander sat next to Isabella and kissed the top of her forehead.

"Very true actually...you will look radient singing and in a beautiful costume. And this will be the last event we will be attending for Lord Beckett.". James commented as he wrote.

"Why is that darling"? Isabella asked curiously.

"Lord Beckett has told me, he and Dutchess Beckett will be going to England this month, to visit her family and to spend christmas with them." James smirked knowing this would please his adoring wife.

"Oh thank god! This will be a very good christmas without them. And we do not have to see her at the christmas eve or new years ball." Isabella gleamed with happiness. Chrismas was her favorite time of year, but she did not look forward to it, thinking Charlotte would be here to ruin it. But now that she will not, she is looking forward to the holidays.

"Yes well I am glad some news has made you happy. But one more bad news love, rehearsals are this afternoon." James said knowing this would upset her.

"Very well let me go get ready...will you accompany me"? Isabella stood up and made her way to where he was sitting.

"Yes, Beckett wants to dicuss a few things. He will leave me in charge of everything, they leave the day after the play." James replied.

"Oh good, then. Father will you be coming as well"? Isabella turned to face her father.

"No, no I have to go see your uncle, we are meeting with the Comte". replied Alexander

"Alright well good afternoon father. James I will be down in a moment".

"Very well darling". James smiled at her as she turned to leave.

"Good afternoon Isabella, and give Robin a good bye kiss". Alexander said.

"Of course father." Isabella left and shut the door.

"She seems calm...too calm about this. I am worried James please take care of her".

"I know, but don't worry I will take care of her. Everything will be fine, although I am surprised she did not throw anything at me for pleading her to do this". James replied.

"I know, well I must be off...good afternoon James".

"Good afternoon, Alexander".

After a few days of rehearsals...everything went by pretty well. Of course it was akward, but the two dutchesses managed to behave themselves. It was the day of the play and all of Port Royal "elite" society was there. They all gathered in the grand hall of the Beckett estate, it was a grand splendor...chandliers glittering, champange of thr finest being served, and the best quartet playing fine and festive music. Everyone awaited for the two dutchesses to make their performing debut. The stage was set beautifully, looked like a enchanted forest...where two lovers would meet. Finally everyone took their seats...Beckett and James in the front, to support their wives...but they sat apart, James still disliked Beckett and Beckett still disliked James.

The first scene Charlotte comes out and begins to sing in Italian...her voice soft and seductive to Beckett's ears making him desire her more at that very moment. Her dress eloborate and ostentacious. The finest silk a deep color of ocean blue. Her voice made the scene powerful and strong. The play is about two young women, who fall in love with the same man...but later find out he is married and blame eachother for what happened.

When Isabella finally comes out, she is devestated because the man she loves is married...her voice soft and fool of emotion. Everyone was crying with their dear Dutchess Norrington as she sang with pain and sadness in her voice. Her costume a beautiful silk dark emerald green dress, matching James's eyes. That is why she chose it, for her costume when she sang this part of the play, the way she pulled off her sadness was thinking about James, when she got news of the hurricane and no one knew where he was. Isabella felt like she lost him.

At the end of the scene, both Dutchesses are on stage singing back and forth, practically yelling becuase they blamed eachother. Their voices were very high, soprano high. In a way they were really yelling at eachother...trying to get rid of the tention, they finally got to tell eachother off through their singing. Which not everyone understood because it was all Italian. After the curtain falls, everyone stands and appluads with joy.

As Isabella leaves the stage, she sees James who came to get her, and kissed her. "You were absolutely stunning darling". he whispered in her ear.

"Thank you love, I sang just for you and no one else. But, I am glad this is done with". She whispered back so Charlotte won't hear.

Charlotte indeed heard, but it did not matter because she was recieveing praises as soon as she stepped out into the grand hall, along side her husband. Looking forward to going back to England, and perhaps returning with a little something in her arms, that Isabella has not given James...