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The planning for their adventurous escape didnt go into the works right away. There was still many things they had to work out, the right date, the right time, the right amount of money. They didnt want to mess up and get caught. They told no one, not even their closest friends about leaving. It had to be private, all it takes is one loud mouth, and among the newsies there were plenty.
At the same time, Gretch's parents were busy planning for her wedding. They wanted it to be big, luxurious. Gretch smiled cheerfully through every meeting about it, but in her mind, she was laughing and telling them, "your waisting your time".
Alexander was over more often then Gretch would have expected. He would shoot the breeze with Gretch's father, or try and speak to Gretch. She found herself answering rarely. "Thats alright, my love, many girls are bashfull toward their fiances before their wedding" he would tell her. How dare he call her /his love/, she was not /his/ love, she was David's.
Through the planning for her escape, plans for the wedding, and Alexander's frequent visits, the next few months flew by fast. She would slip away sometimes, in the middle of visits with guests, and dinner parties, or whatnot, with a reasonable excuse she thought of before hand. Thats when she would visit David, tell him whats going on at her home, and how much longer she thought they should wait.
Alexander caught on eventually, he knew there was something being done behing his back. Her contstant excuses and distantness became stronger and more frequent. He gave subtle hints to Gretch while they were together, and although she would take it into account, she gave no intimation to show she knew what he was saying. Alexander was an intelligent man, and he knew when he was being plotted against.
Now there was not only one pair of eyes following her where ever she went, there were two. Alexander and her mother seemed to watch her every move, every step. It became more difficult for her to see David, the closer it came to her wedding. She stopped sleeping, frequently meeting David during the night, when no one was watching.
Alexander Chase watched the bags beneath her eyes grow, and he finally realized how close he was to losing her. He hired a spy to follow Gretchen in the shadows of every street.
At this point, there was no escaping, for Gretchen Walker.
The planning for their adventurous escape didnt go into the works right away. There was still many things they had to work out, the right date, the right time, the right amount of money. They didnt want to mess up and get caught. They told no one, not even their closest friends about leaving. It had to be private, all it takes is one loud mouth, and among the newsies there were plenty.
At the same time, Gretch's parents were busy planning for her wedding. They wanted it to be big, luxurious. Gretch smiled cheerfully through every meeting about it, but in her mind, she was laughing and telling them, "your waisting your time".
Alexander was over more often then Gretch would have expected. He would shoot the breeze with Gretch's father, or try and speak to Gretch. She found herself answering rarely. "Thats alright, my love, many girls are bashfull toward their fiances before their wedding" he would tell her. How dare he call her /his love/, she was not /his/ love, she was David's.
Through the planning for her escape, plans for the wedding, and Alexander's frequent visits, the next few months flew by fast. She would slip away sometimes, in the middle of visits with guests, and dinner parties, or whatnot, with a reasonable excuse she thought of before hand. Thats when she would visit David, tell him whats going on at her home, and how much longer she thought they should wait.
Alexander caught on eventually, he knew there was something being done behing his back. Her contstant excuses and distantness became stronger and more frequent. He gave subtle hints to Gretch while they were together, and although she would take it into account, she gave no intimation to show she knew what he was saying. Alexander was an intelligent man, and he knew when he was being plotted against.
Now there was not only one pair of eyes following her where ever she went, there were two. Alexander and her mother seemed to watch her every move, every step. It became more difficult for her to see David, the closer it came to her wedding. She stopped sleeping, frequently meeting David during the night, when no one was watching.
Alexander Chase watched the bags beneath her eyes grow, and he finally realized how close he was to losing her. He hired a spy to follow Gretchen in the shadows of every street.
At this point, there was no escaping, for Gretchen Walker.