A Notice to be noticed: This time, our young viscount sets to find the
mysterious mademoiselle who had made him step into an illusion, as though
in a trance. And um. In this fanfic, Eugenie actually falls for Albert or
is she? (Wait for the upcoming chapters and you'll see)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of Dumas' characters, only the mademoiselle,
and Albert's friends. Also, I don't own other places mentioned here except
the Palacio de Eva & St. Cecilia's Square.
CHAPTER 2
A whirly illusion. somewhat in a trance
A cloudy vision of a festival.a fair A Mademoiselle in gypsy flair With the fragrance of her hair The sensation has made the people dance I ran, following the trail she left But failed. Falling.falling.so deeply. in the depth of the ground Slowly.falling.
Monsieur de Morcerf woke up the next morning, finding himself on the edge of the bed. His dream was too good to be true. He dreamt that he was in a festival, having fun and that he met a mysterious mademoiselle and that he was destined to find her. "Wake up, Albert, it's true. You did met a mysterious mademoiselle!" he said to himself. Albert hurriedly took a bath, brushed his teeth and joined his amigos for breakfast. "So, Albert, about last night when you said 'I was lost on the trail of love,' what was that all about?" " Yeah, Albert, do tell us!" And so, Albert told them all about last night and that he dreamt about the lady too. "And after that she just said 'Merci' and went off!" "But you said 'she blushed'" " Yes, in fact I did." "So, is our young viscount in love?" "I don't know I'm confused." "Then find her!" "How?" "Well, maybe when you see her again! Tell her your name and ask for her name too." "Listen, there's a fair today and today's the last day of the festival, maybe she'll come." "Right, then you can start a conversation with her, you know, her address, her hobbies or anything!" "We'll be right behind you!" "Listening?" "No, my dear friend, I mean we'll help you." "Ugh! Thanks a lot!" snickered Albert sarcastically. "Anytime, my friend!" they all said in unison.
It was a gloomy afternoon for there were no parades until the struck of five. Three hours before the fair in St. Cecilia's Square, time seems to pass by so slow. Albert was pacing to and fro in the salon, he seemed too nervous about the fair. Actually, he's nervous about meeting the mademoiselle. He had practiced every gesture and every line that he's going to say to her (he even tried practicing in front of the mirror) Two hours left.one hour. " Albert, are you ready?" asked Monsieur de Boullion. "Almost." "Oh, don't be so nervous, amigo, it's all in the mind." " I wish," thought Albert.
The fair was as extraordinary as last night. Banners and showers of confetti were everywhere. Booth stands for souvenirs were placed on every corner of the quadrangle. People were dressed in various costumes and a band played music and the food was great. It was indeed an event where everyone is meant to be joyful. "So, have you seen her?" asked Monsieur de Boullion. " Not yet, I'm afraid she cannot but she has too!" " Oh, once he was only a friend, then a viscount, now a lover! What else will come?" " A hopelessly romantic," said Albert in a bored voice. Albert tried to be jolly but his anxiety kept him bothered. He looked everywhere but the mademoiselle was nowhere of sight.
Suddenly, a lavender handkerchief was tossed in his face. He recognized it-----it was the handkerchief of the lady! He looked up at the direction towards him but she wasn't there. On his left, on his right, she wasn't there at all! All of a sudden, someone tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned around, she kissed him! "Alas! Mademoi---Eugenie Danglars?!" cried Albert with astonishment. "That's right my dear fiancé'," said Eugenie, " who else will do such a thing like that?" He was only having fun yet how fast of him to forget! Eugenie Danglars is Albert de Morcerf's fiancée back in France. Their parents arranged an engagement but only Albert's mother objected. However, she was helpless. Eugenie like him while Albert on the other hand doesn't have any feelings for her. " Who were you looking for, Albert?" asked the girl. " Uh, no one actually." "But it looks like you were." Albert, who doesn't want to hurt her feelings for it will be ungentlemanly of him, decided to keep it a secret. " Well, you should go now." "Why?" " M-my friends and I are having a reunion," he lied. " But I want to spend some time with you!" Albert looked at the handkerchief. He has to think of some way to find the mademoiselle without Eugenie noticing. Besides, it's the mademoiselle he love not Eugenie. "Really, Eugenie, you have to go." "May I ask why are you so insistent of not having me as your company?" "There are some circumstances that you must understand, Eugenie." "And may I know what are those circumstances?"
"Ah! There you are my friend! Good evening to you, Mademoiselle Danglars," said the ever-polite Monsieur Herrera. "Good evening to you too, Monsieur Herrera." "Albert, where have you been? We've been waiting for you by the booth stand." Albert signaled Louise that Mademoiselle Danglars was the cause. "Oh," mouthed Louise Herrera. "Well then, what are we waiting for Louise? It's not good to keep them waiting especially in our reunion." "Oh, right, tonight's our reunion," said Monsieur Herrera with a wink. "See there, 'my darling'? That's one of the circumstances why I can't stay. Well, goodbye now," and Albert left Eugenie with a chuckle. "Oh, you're so rude," said Louise when they were out of earshot, "her parents will later on despise you if you keep on doing that." "On the contrary, my friend, I will do anything to displease them and I will do anything to break off our engagement." They arrived at the booth stand then later on went to their room in the Palacio de Eva that has a balcony, which reveals the whole quadrangle. "Such a pity Eugenie can't spend the last day of the festival with her fiancé," teased de Boullion to Albert. "How did you---?" "We saw you with her, Albert. I thought you don't like her?" "That's true. Besides, she's the one following me. I really hate it when my father's wishes happens to be against mine." Albert went to the balcony. The evening breeze refreshed his face and his mind. It was perfect to relax until. "She's here!" cried Albert. "Eh-what?" "The mademoiselle, she's here!" "Then go get her, lover boy!" Albert hurriedly went downstairs that in his hurry, he accidentally bumped into Eugenie Danglars. "You again?!" "What do you mean 'I again'?" "You're following me, aren't you?" "No, but it so happened that I just checked a room here for the night and my friends are now waiting for me. By the way, why are you in such a hurry?" "I'm looking for someone," said Albert absent-mindedly. Upon hearing this, Eugenie went upstairs, her nose in the air. Albert had no time to waste. He went to the bench where he gave the handkerchief to the lady. But she wasn't there. He looked everywhere but there was no sight of the maiden. He went to the bench again and in there, placed himself in deep thought. "Pardonne moi, monsieur, but I'm afraid that handkerchief you're holding is mine." Albert looked up. It was a masked lady in a Spanish costume. "Is this yours, mademoiselle? Oh, forgive me, I thought it was somebody else's." "You may keep it, after all, this hanky is the cause why that rose's still on your buttonhole." Then the lady unmasked herself.
Albert stood up. The lady in the Spanish costume happened to be the mysterious mademoiselle. He had never seen such beautiful face before like the mademoiselle and was almost speechless by it. "Oh, mademoiselle," whimpered Albert and motioned her to sit down and the young lady obeyed. "Excuzemoi, monsieur, but I would like to know why you were following me the night before, what was that all about?" "I was dazed with curiosity of knowing who is that mysterious yet beautiful mademoiselle is." The young lady blushed. "But didn't you noticed that you just made me play in the 'game of flirtation' of yours, monsieur?" "I didn't know it was a game of flirtation, mademoiselle." "Well, it turned out, didn't it?" asked the girl, "perhaps, it wouldn't be impolite of me to know who you are." "Not at all, my dear mademoiselle," said Albert willingly, "I'm Viscount Albert de Morcerf, son of Count de Morcerf and Countess de Morcerf, thank you." " What a noble name." "Merci, mademoiselle. Perhaps, this Mademoiselle would like to dance? The music just started and it would be a great honor for me to have you as my partner." Before the young lady could answer, Albert took her by the hand and led her to the center. "This is called the 'Dance of the Fools'!" shouted Albert for his voice couldn't be heard because of the music. "You made this up, didn't you?" "I love inventing things," said Albert sarcastically. Dancing Albert's "Dance of the Fools" was fun and at the same time tiring and exhausting that Monsieur Albert and the mademoiselle stopped for a while to rest. "That was fun, wasn't it?" said the mademoiselle. "Oui, mademoiselle, oui. So how about doing it again?" "Forgive me, monsieur, but I can barely stand again." "Since we're sitting on the bench again, can you tell me about your life?" "My life, monsieur?" "Please mademoiselle. I would like to learn about you." "Well, I'm the daughter of Baron Douglas de Affariere and his wife, Baroness Anne de Affariere. My father died and to tell you the truth, I don't know the cause. Some say he was assassinated, some say he just disappeared but I don't believe in such gossips. Whenever I would ask the Baroness about my father, she would change the topic or say she's not feeling so well. I guess she's just sentimental over my father's death. 'A year after, my mother married an earl. His name is Earl Franci Cavianni. He's not that thoughtful like my father but he made me travel around the world and took me shopping in Italy, also in England. They have a son named Andre', my stepbrother. I don't really know if my mother love the earl because it looked like she was forced to marry him." "And how about your achievements?" "I've just finished college that's why I'm celebrating. Well, it was fine meeting you, monsieur." "Call me Albert." " I better go now, Albert. We're the only ones left here now." "WAIT, mademoiselle. Where shall I find you or write to you?" GONG! The clock had just struck twelve. People have already deserted the quadrangle and a hired crew was cleaning the area. The mademoiselle gave Albert her address and were about to leave when Albert stopped her. Suddenly, Albert's eyes met with the mademoiselle's. There was this tickling sensation, which Albert felt when he was staring at the lady's eyes and he knew nothing more. "Really, monsieur, I have to go. Let's not waste time." Having said this the mademoiselle turned around and was about a few inches away from Albert when. "Wait, mademoiselle! I still haven't got your name!" The mademoiselle turned around, saying the name I know that Albert's going to cherish forever. "Stephanie," said the girl in her sweetest tone, ' Stephanie de Affariere.
MAIKLING PASABI LANG: YEOW! I just want to thank RHAPSODY IN BLUE for reading and reviewing my fanfic. I also would like to thank fluffychans for inspiring me to post my work. SO, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! It would really help me a lot! CIAO!
CHAPTER 2
A whirly illusion. somewhat in a trance
A cloudy vision of a festival.a fair A Mademoiselle in gypsy flair With the fragrance of her hair The sensation has made the people dance I ran, following the trail she left But failed. Falling.falling.so deeply. in the depth of the ground Slowly.falling.
Monsieur de Morcerf woke up the next morning, finding himself on the edge of the bed. His dream was too good to be true. He dreamt that he was in a festival, having fun and that he met a mysterious mademoiselle and that he was destined to find her. "Wake up, Albert, it's true. You did met a mysterious mademoiselle!" he said to himself. Albert hurriedly took a bath, brushed his teeth and joined his amigos for breakfast. "So, Albert, about last night when you said 'I was lost on the trail of love,' what was that all about?" " Yeah, Albert, do tell us!" And so, Albert told them all about last night and that he dreamt about the lady too. "And after that she just said 'Merci' and went off!" "But you said 'she blushed'" " Yes, in fact I did." "So, is our young viscount in love?" "I don't know I'm confused." "Then find her!" "How?" "Well, maybe when you see her again! Tell her your name and ask for her name too." "Listen, there's a fair today and today's the last day of the festival, maybe she'll come." "Right, then you can start a conversation with her, you know, her address, her hobbies or anything!" "We'll be right behind you!" "Listening?" "No, my dear friend, I mean we'll help you." "Ugh! Thanks a lot!" snickered Albert sarcastically. "Anytime, my friend!" they all said in unison.
It was a gloomy afternoon for there were no parades until the struck of five. Three hours before the fair in St. Cecilia's Square, time seems to pass by so slow. Albert was pacing to and fro in the salon, he seemed too nervous about the fair. Actually, he's nervous about meeting the mademoiselle. He had practiced every gesture and every line that he's going to say to her (he even tried practicing in front of the mirror) Two hours left.one hour. " Albert, are you ready?" asked Monsieur de Boullion. "Almost." "Oh, don't be so nervous, amigo, it's all in the mind." " I wish," thought Albert.
The fair was as extraordinary as last night. Banners and showers of confetti were everywhere. Booth stands for souvenirs were placed on every corner of the quadrangle. People were dressed in various costumes and a band played music and the food was great. It was indeed an event where everyone is meant to be joyful. "So, have you seen her?" asked Monsieur de Boullion. " Not yet, I'm afraid she cannot but she has too!" " Oh, once he was only a friend, then a viscount, now a lover! What else will come?" " A hopelessly romantic," said Albert in a bored voice. Albert tried to be jolly but his anxiety kept him bothered. He looked everywhere but the mademoiselle was nowhere of sight.
Suddenly, a lavender handkerchief was tossed in his face. He recognized it-----it was the handkerchief of the lady! He looked up at the direction towards him but she wasn't there. On his left, on his right, she wasn't there at all! All of a sudden, someone tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned around, she kissed him! "Alas! Mademoi---Eugenie Danglars?!" cried Albert with astonishment. "That's right my dear fiancé'," said Eugenie, " who else will do such a thing like that?" He was only having fun yet how fast of him to forget! Eugenie Danglars is Albert de Morcerf's fiancée back in France. Their parents arranged an engagement but only Albert's mother objected. However, she was helpless. Eugenie like him while Albert on the other hand doesn't have any feelings for her. " Who were you looking for, Albert?" asked the girl. " Uh, no one actually." "But it looks like you were." Albert, who doesn't want to hurt her feelings for it will be ungentlemanly of him, decided to keep it a secret. " Well, you should go now." "Why?" " M-my friends and I are having a reunion," he lied. " But I want to spend some time with you!" Albert looked at the handkerchief. He has to think of some way to find the mademoiselle without Eugenie noticing. Besides, it's the mademoiselle he love not Eugenie. "Really, Eugenie, you have to go." "May I ask why are you so insistent of not having me as your company?" "There are some circumstances that you must understand, Eugenie." "And may I know what are those circumstances?"
"Ah! There you are my friend! Good evening to you, Mademoiselle Danglars," said the ever-polite Monsieur Herrera. "Good evening to you too, Monsieur Herrera." "Albert, where have you been? We've been waiting for you by the booth stand." Albert signaled Louise that Mademoiselle Danglars was the cause. "Oh," mouthed Louise Herrera. "Well then, what are we waiting for Louise? It's not good to keep them waiting especially in our reunion." "Oh, right, tonight's our reunion," said Monsieur Herrera with a wink. "See there, 'my darling'? That's one of the circumstances why I can't stay. Well, goodbye now," and Albert left Eugenie with a chuckle. "Oh, you're so rude," said Louise when they were out of earshot, "her parents will later on despise you if you keep on doing that." "On the contrary, my friend, I will do anything to displease them and I will do anything to break off our engagement." They arrived at the booth stand then later on went to their room in the Palacio de Eva that has a balcony, which reveals the whole quadrangle. "Such a pity Eugenie can't spend the last day of the festival with her fiancé," teased de Boullion to Albert. "How did you---?" "We saw you with her, Albert. I thought you don't like her?" "That's true. Besides, she's the one following me. I really hate it when my father's wishes happens to be against mine." Albert went to the balcony. The evening breeze refreshed his face and his mind. It was perfect to relax until. "She's here!" cried Albert. "Eh-what?" "The mademoiselle, she's here!" "Then go get her, lover boy!" Albert hurriedly went downstairs that in his hurry, he accidentally bumped into Eugenie Danglars. "You again?!" "What do you mean 'I again'?" "You're following me, aren't you?" "No, but it so happened that I just checked a room here for the night and my friends are now waiting for me. By the way, why are you in such a hurry?" "I'm looking for someone," said Albert absent-mindedly. Upon hearing this, Eugenie went upstairs, her nose in the air. Albert had no time to waste. He went to the bench where he gave the handkerchief to the lady. But she wasn't there. He looked everywhere but there was no sight of the maiden. He went to the bench again and in there, placed himself in deep thought. "Pardonne moi, monsieur, but I'm afraid that handkerchief you're holding is mine." Albert looked up. It was a masked lady in a Spanish costume. "Is this yours, mademoiselle? Oh, forgive me, I thought it was somebody else's." "You may keep it, after all, this hanky is the cause why that rose's still on your buttonhole." Then the lady unmasked herself.
Albert stood up. The lady in the Spanish costume happened to be the mysterious mademoiselle. He had never seen such beautiful face before like the mademoiselle and was almost speechless by it. "Oh, mademoiselle," whimpered Albert and motioned her to sit down and the young lady obeyed. "Excuzemoi, monsieur, but I would like to know why you were following me the night before, what was that all about?" "I was dazed with curiosity of knowing who is that mysterious yet beautiful mademoiselle is." The young lady blushed. "But didn't you noticed that you just made me play in the 'game of flirtation' of yours, monsieur?" "I didn't know it was a game of flirtation, mademoiselle." "Well, it turned out, didn't it?" asked the girl, "perhaps, it wouldn't be impolite of me to know who you are." "Not at all, my dear mademoiselle," said Albert willingly, "I'm Viscount Albert de Morcerf, son of Count de Morcerf and Countess de Morcerf, thank you." " What a noble name." "Merci, mademoiselle. Perhaps, this Mademoiselle would like to dance? The music just started and it would be a great honor for me to have you as my partner." Before the young lady could answer, Albert took her by the hand and led her to the center. "This is called the 'Dance of the Fools'!" shouted Albert for his voice couldn't be heard because of the music. "You made this up, didn't you?" "I love inventing things," said Albert sarcastically. Dancing Albert's "Dance of the Fools" was fun and at the same time tiring and exhausting that Monsieur Albert and the mademoiselle stopped for a while to rest. "That was fun, wasn't it?" said the mademoiselle. "Oui, mademoiselle, oui. So how about doing it again?" "Forgive me, monsieur, but I can barely stand again." "Since we're sitting on the bench again, can you tell me about your life?" "My life, monsieur?" "Please mademoiselle. I would like to learn about you." "Well, I'm the daughter of Baron Douglas de Affariere and his wife, Baroness Anne de Affariere. My father died and to tell you the truth, I don't know the cause. Some say he was assassinated, some say he just disappeared but I don't believe in such gossips. Whenever I would ask the Baroness about my father, she would change the topic or say she's not feeling so well. I guess she's just sentimental over my father's death. 'A year after, my mother married an earl. His name is Earl Franci Cavianni. He's not that thoughtful like my father but he made me travel around the world and took me shopping in Italy, also in England. They have a son named Andre', my stepbrother. I don't really know if my mother love the earl because it looked like she was forced to marry him." "And how about your achievements?" "I've just finished college that's why I'm celebrating. Well, it was fine meeting you, monsieur." "Call me Albert." " I better go now, Albert. We're the only ones left here now." "WAIT, mademoiselle. Where shall I find you or write to you?" GONG! The clock had just struck twelve. People have already deserted the quadrangle and a hired crew was cleaning the area. The mademoiselle gave Albert her address and were about to leave when Albert stopped her. Suddenly, Albert's eyes met with the mademoiselle's. There was this tickling sensation, which Albert felt when he was staring at the lady's eyes and he knew nothing more. "Really, monsieur, I have to go. Let's not waste time." Having said this the mademoiselle turned around and was about a few inches away from Albert when. "Wait, mademoiselle! I still haven't got your name!" The mademoiselle turned around, saying the name I know that Albert's going to cherish forever. "Stephanie," said the girl in her sweetest tone, ' Stephanie de Affariere.
MAIKLING PASABI LANG: YEOW! I just want to thank RHAPSODY IN BLUE for reading and reviewing my fanfic. I also would like to thank fluffychans for inspiring me to post my work. SO, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! It would really help me a lot! CIAO!