*OK, same old drill, don't own the book or movie, never will unless I
become super rich
and can buy whatever I want! Well on to the story.*
After Winnie's outburst at dinner she had a stern talking to by her parents, he is
an important business contact and a nice boy blah blah by her father and That is not how
a nice young lady acts blady blah by her mother. But both were firm in the decision that
she would be marrying Mr. Jackson.
As Winnie boarded the ferry that would carry her over to France, Lisle came up
beside her.
"Miss Foster. May I show you where the restrooms are so that you may freshen
up?"
"Yes, that would be fine Lisle," Winnie said.
The two made their way to the bathrooms and entered. making sure the door was
closed firmly.
"Miss Winnie.."
"Winnie, just Winnie."
'Winnie! I just heard about your betrothal to Mr. Jackson. That is horrible. What
are you going to do?"
"I truly do not know. I may never even see Jesse again. Probably won't. I
thought of this all night. I just might as well forget about him."
'No Mi-I mean Winnie.you must not. Let me tell you a story. Before I came
to you and your family I worked in my father's carpentry shop. Not much, just helped
about. He had a hand, maybe ten years older than me but I knew I loved him. He had
brown hair and beautiful eyes. He had been married once before but it seemed she along
with eh children had died. He had a tough wall but I once or twice could get it down and
when I could he was lovely. I loved him for many a day until he left abruptly. No reason
and it hurt. First loves are intense but first heartbreaks are even more intense. I have not
yet found it in my heart to forget him."
"Might I inquire his name?"
"No, respectfully, no please no.do not ask this. It still smarts."
"I suppose I too will be like this in ten years. Unable to speak his name. The
only warm memory being out kiss."
"You kissed this fellow?"
"Oh," Winnie said blushing, "Yes."
"That is exciting.just one?"
"Oh.no.quite a few times actually," admitted Winnie sheepishly.
"That is a beautiful love story, straight from the tragic pages of a Shakespearian
play."
"Well I suppose mother will begin to get worried now so we better return to the
deck."
"I agree...and Winnie?"
"Yes?"
"You have been a great confidant."
"And you me!"
"Thank you for that. You are the first person I have ever told that story to."
"The same with mine."
Lisle gave Winnie a quick hug and brushed the stray tears away from her eyes.
They left the washroom and met up once again with the elder Fosters.
Winnie could see why Jesse loved Paris. It was alive with warmth, color, and
beauty.
"Look Winnie!" her mother whispered excitedly, "It's the Eiffel Tower."
"1652 steps to the top," she thought aloud.
"Oui!" the coach driver said, "How did you know that?"
"I read it somewhere," Winnie replied.
"The mademoiselle is smart," the coach driver remarked to her parents.
"Yes," her father remarked.
Upon arriving at the hotel, Winnie decided she needed some fresh air. Whether at
home, abroad, or on the moon, the air in fancy quarters was always stuffy.
"Mother," Winnie asked tapping on the door, "May I go on a walk?"
"Yes dear, but surly take Lisle with you.I do not want you wandering these
streets alone. We've already had enough trouble with kidnappers."
"Yes m'am."
She left the room and tapped on Lisle's door.
"Lisle.would you like to accompany me on a walk?"
"Yes m'am," she called through the door, "I'm coming."
They exited the hotel and walked down an alley to a narrow, cobblestone street
with bright awnings.
"Aw.this is beautiful!" Lisle exclaimed, "I like this town much, much more than
London. London was so foggy and rainy."
Winnie was then bumped by a man exiting an adjacent shop.
"Excuzez moi mademoiselle."
"No, excuse me sir."
The man turned around quickly.
"Winnie?"
*HAHAHA Cliffhanger.I know something you don't know (you probably do since it is
kind of predictable!) Well please just review and I will be out out with the next few
chapters soon.*
and can buy whatever I want! Well on to the story.*
After Winnie's outburst at dinner she had a stern talking to by her parents, he is
an important business contact and a nice boy blah blah by her father and That is not how
a nice young lady acts blady blah by her mother. But both were firm in the decision that
she would be marrying Mr. Jackson.
As Winnie boarded the ferry that would carry her over to France, Lisle came up
beside her.
"Miss Foster. May I show you where the restrooms are so that you may freshen
up?"
"Yes, that would be fine Lisle," Winnie said.
The two made their way to the bathrooms and entered. making sure the door was
closed firmly.
"Miss Winnie.."
"Winnie, just Winnie."
'Winnie! I just heard about your betrothal to Mr. Jackson. That is horrible. What
are you going to do?"
"I truly do not know. I may never even see Jesse again. Probably won't. I
thought of this all night. I just might as well forget about him."
'No Mi-I mean Winnie.you must not. Let me tell you a story. Before I came
to you and your family I worked in my father's carpentry shop. Not much, just helped
about. He had a hand, maybe ten years older than me but I knew I loved him. He had
brown hair and beautiful eyes. He had been married once before but it seemed she along
with eh children had died. He had a tough wall but I once or twice could get it down and
when I could he was lovely. I loved him for many a day until he left abruptly. No reason
and it hurt. First loves are intense but first heartbreaks are even more intense. I have not
yet found it in my heart to forget him."
"Might I inquire his name?"
"No, respectfully, no please no.do not ask this. It still smarts."
"I suppose I too will be like this in ten years. Unable to speak his name. The
only warm memory being out kiss."
"You kissed this fellow?"
"Oh," Winnie said blushing, "Yes."
"That is exciting.just one?"
"Oh.no.quite a few times actually," admitted Winnie sheepishly.
"That is a beautiful love story, straight from the tragic pages of a Shakespearian
play."
"Well I suppose mother will begin to get worried now so we better return to the
deck."
"I agree...and Winnie?"
"Yes?"
"You have been a great confidant."
"And you me!"
"Thank you for that. You are the first person I have ever told that story to."
"The same with mine."
Lisle gave Winnie a quick hug and brushed the stray tears away from her eyes.
They left the washroom and met up once again with the elder Fosters.
Winnie could see why Jesse loved Paris. It was alive with warmth, color, and
beauty.
"Look Winnie!" her mother whispered excitedly, "It's the Eiffel Tower."
"1652 steps to the top," she thought aloud.
"Oui!" the coach driver said, "How did you know that?"
"I read it somewhere," Winnie replied.
"The mademoiselle is smart," the coach driver remarked to her parents.
"Yes," her father remarked.
Upon arriving at the hotel, Winnie decided she needed some fresh air. Whether at
home, abroad, or on the moon, the air in fancy quarters was always stuffy.
"Mother," Winnie asked tapping on the door, "May I go on a walk?"
"Yes dear, but surly take Lisle with you.I do not want you wandering these
streets alone. We've already had enough trouble with kidnappers."
"Yes m'am."
She left the room and tapped on Lisle's door.
"Lisle.would you like to accompany me on a walk?"
"Yes m'am," she called through the door, "I'm coming."
They exited the hotel and walked down an alley to a narrow, cobblestone street
with bright awnings.
"Aw.this is beautiful!" Lisle exclaimed, "I like this town much, much more than
London. London was so foggy and rainy."
Winnie was then bumped by a man exiting an adjacent shop.
"Excuzez moi mademoiselle."
"No, excuse me sir."
The man turned around quickly.
"Winnie?"
*HAHAHA Cliffhanger.I know something you don't know (you probably do since it is
kind of predictable!) Well please just review and I will be out out with the next few
chapters soon.*