A/N: I am writing these fast, so if you have a suggestion and I didn't use it, it is because, I couldn't make it fit, but most likely I had already written the next part.
Julie packed her things and went downstairs to meet her driver to go to the airport.
Dean prepared himself for the inevitable.
Dean went to the gift shop and bought roses and a stuffed animal. He wrote on the card, "To my Duchess."
At the airport, he headed for the gate of departure, and saw her. For the first time in over 2 years.
He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything. So he found a flight attendant and paid her to take the flowers, stuffed toy and the card, and pointed Julie out. He stayed out of sight. He wasn't ready to talk to her yet.
"Excuse me Miss?"
"Yes?" Julie said looking up from her book.
"These are for you."
She handed Julie her gifts and Julie looked a bit puzzled but said thank you and tipped her. She didn't know, why, it just seemed like the proper thing to do. She looked around for anyone she would have recognized, however didn't see anyone.
She smelled the roses and looked at the animal. It was a cat. The card read: To My Duchess
She just stared at the card; unaware of whom this could be from. Her parents didn't call her that; the only ones were Charlie, Fulton and…Dean.
Tears filled her eyes and she held the flowers and kitty cat close to her and wept silently, rubbing the words, repeating them in her head. If only.
Then suddenly a hand touched her shoulder.
She turned around to see…
James her driver.
"Are you okay Miss?"
"Yes, I - I am fine."
"Why are you crying?"
"I am okay."
"Do you need a hug?"
"Sure."
She stood up and hugged the tall man whom she had known for so long. He had been there since she was little. He stayed at the house making sure it was in order for visits from the Gaffney's or anyone they may let use the house.
Dean was still standing at a distance, close enough to see, but far enough not to hear. He only saw that she stood and hugged this man and he held her close.
//She probably thinks they are from him. Oh well good riddance.//
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"
Julie smiled while still crying. "I got a gift, and they are beautiful but the card says, to my duchess, see?"
She showed him the card and then hugged him again.
"The only people who would call me that don't know I am here, and the one who would call me his, is dead. I don't know what to make of it." She explained.
"It will be okay dear. It will reveal itself in due course."
"What are you doing here?"
"I received a message from your father. If you want to use the jet, he is here right now, and you can go home on it with him if you like. I can take you now, unless you like riding commercial."
"Oh heavens no. But my luggage."
"I already have it." James smiled.
"She hugged him tight, "you are a messenger from heaven."
"Let's get out of here." He said and took her things.
Dean sat in a seat with only despair. He had found his lost love, only to loose her again.
Nevertheless, he still could not kick the question, what would happen if she found out that I was not dead.
But then again, who was that man, probably her fiancé.