Title: For All Eternity Author: Julia Laure Chapter 6: Le court rêve Feedback: carebear_tia@yahoo.com ..or the review thing at the bottom..do I have to beg people?!

Two weeks later Elizabeth Wakefield stood in front of her bedroom mirror. She turned around and shook her head in frustration. She couldn't seem to find the outfit she wanted to. It was not working. The black dress clung in all the wrong spots. She had tried on at least half of her closet in a vain attempt to find the "perfect" outfit. It had to be perfect. She wouldn't settle for less.

Liz sighed and walked into the second bedroom of her apartment. She pulled open the closet door and peered inside. She saw an array of children's clothes that Jess and Steven had given her for emergency babysitting cases. She also saw the few dresses and sweaters that Jess kept over at her place in case she ever needed to spend the night. Liz really thought that Jess left them over here in hopes that Liz would actually wear them one day. She sighed and pulled the three dresses out of the closet.

The first one was a sundress, and it was winter so Liz put that one to the side. The second one was a beautiful midnight blue, even though it looked beautiful on her, Liz decided to try the third dress. It was a burgundy slip dress with a scoop neck. She slipped into it and felt like she was in heaven. It also looked perfect on her. The hem came down to her knee and had a sort of flowing feel to it. Liz knew this was the one.

She slipped into Jess' matching sandals. Leave it to Jess to leave not only the dress here but also matching shoes. Liz took off the sandals and padded to the bathroom. She pulled out the drawer in which she kept all of her hair things in and pulled out a huge clear hair comb. She watched herself in the mirror as she carefully and skillfully twisted her hair into a French twist. Back in her bedroom she took her diamond stud earrings and put them on with the priceless necklace her mom gave her for her 20th birthday.

Six Years Earlier:

"I saved these for last," Alice Wakefield said to her twin girls, Jessica and Elizabeth. It was their 20th birthday and Alice decided it was the right time to give her girls their family heirloom.

Elizabeth carefully removed the wrapping paper from the box. Jess was already waiting so they could open their gifts at the same time. They both opened the box and eyes widening saw what lay inside.

The necklaces had the most delicate gold chains. The chains each held a tiny gold rose. Inlaid in the center of the rose was a single tiny diamond. The necklaces were the most beautiful things that Liz had ever seen.

"Your father and I had these made when you were born. The rose is a kind of symbol for both of our families. Never forget that being a twin is a wonderful and special thing," Alice told them.

"These are your past and your future. Remember that," Ned, the twin's father told them. He then shared a knowing look with his wife.

Present:

Liz heard the knock on her apartment door. She knew it was Laurent so she slipped on her shoes and hurried to the front door. She opened the door and stood stunned. He looked absolutely gorgeous. His black suit, gray shirt and matching gray tie looked devastatingly handsome on him.

Laurent was equally stunned. She looked dazzling in her burgundy dress with her hair twisted up.

"Come on in," Liz told him regaining her composure, " I just need to get my purse and coat and I'll be ready." She hurried off before Laurent could grab her.

She came back into the room carrying her coat and purse. When she was within reach Laurent grabbed her and pulled her to him for a kiss.

"You look absolutely, positively stunning, ma petite."

"Thank you, so do you," Liz replied with a sigh.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, but I was kind of wondering where we are going."

"It's a surprise, but I believe you'll like it very much," Laurent told her as he helped her into her coat. He offered her his arm and they walked down to the lobby.

"Good night Harry," Liz told the elderly doorman. Harry had been working at the complex since before Liz had moved in and he always said good morning and good evening to her whenever she came or went.

"I'm parked right out front. I finally got that new rental that the company was promising. No more taxis or you driving, I'm still all to grateful to Pierre for that one," Laurent told Liz as he ushered her to the door of the black Saturn.

"You really shouldn't be that hard on him. I mean it's not like he wrecked the car just to get you mad."

"I know," Laurent said as he started the engine and pulled out into traffic. "It's just that whenever I'm responsible for him he always seems to find a way to get into trouble."

"Did you tell your father about it yet?"

"No, not yet. I figured I'd let him have a couple more days before papa gets on his back."

"It's been two weeks Laurent. You might want to tell him soon, before someone gets a hold of the story, I'm surprised they haven't already."



"Where are we?" Liz asked an hour later as they pulled up along the curb of the restaurant.

"Well, I figured we go to a place that was completely private," Laurent replied.

"But where is it?"

"Oh, you mean the town?" Liz nodded. "This is apparently a small village named Oak Grove. According to my friend this is a little French restaurant that has the best food for hours."



"The look on that guy's face was priceless," Liz laughed as they came out of the restaurant.

"I can't help it if I didn't know what he was talking about. His accent was horrid. I only corrected him." Laurent said. The waiter had taken them to be completely American and had tried to impress them with his knowledge of the French language. The waiter had asked them what they wanted to eat and Liz and Laurent had looked at each other wondering what he was talking about.

After repeating himself in English, Liz had ordered the food. Laurent had then suggested that they speak only in French the rest of the meal. Liz, thinking this was going to be funny, had agreed. So they had talked completely in French the rest of the meal, leaving the waiter stunned and embarrassed.

Liz and Laurent laughed about their experience the rest of the way home.

"Would you like to come up for a drink or something?"

"I'd love to, ma petite, but not this time. I will take you up on that offer, soon."



Author's Note: Okay, yeah, I'll admit nothing happened..but just bear with me while I set up a later chapter. Share, I swear to God (well, damn, you're a pagan), okay so I swear to whoever you pagans swear to (educate me later).. you drive me crazy, but I love ya..and don't yell at me yet..this is the first step to getting the next chapter up.I'm working I promise!