OKAY! OKAY! So now I'm really, really, really sorry if I update my chapters
long enough for you to wait, you can't blame me.THERE'S SOOOOOO MUCH
SCHOOLWORK TO DO!!!!!!!!!! Besides being the class' vice prez..hehehehehe.
Anywayz, in this chappie you will be learning more about our dear old
Stephanie de Affariere's personal life and you will meet my very own
Carmelle Selfini and her relation to one of Albert's dearest friends. CIAO!
CHAPTER 3 OF LOST ON THE TRAIL OF LOVE by Sentimental Butterfly
Let us leave Albert, dazed by love and left him open-mouthed and go to the sweet mademoiselle who Albert was bragging about. Yes, Mademoiselle Stephanie de Affariere, daughter of Baron Douglas de Affariere and Baroness Anne de Affariere, thank you very much. The girl was sitting on her rocking chair near the balcony, wondering whether the scene that had happened last night was true or not.
"Good morning, Stephanie. What brings you to wake up so early today?" asked her ever-loyal amiga, Mademoiselle Carmelle Selfini.
"Nothing so important, my dear Carmelle."
"Stephanie, you know you always confide your secrets to moi."
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"I'm eager to listen."
"Okay," and Stephanie told Carmelle about everything last night.
"It's true, Stephanie. I saw you two last night."
"I thought it was a dream."
"So, do you love him?"
"So, did you find a date?" said Stephanie, suddenly changing the topic.
"Oui, mademoiselle. His name is Monsieur Franz de Boullion. I met him last night. Such a gentleman."
"And when are you planning to meet him again?"
"We've planned to meet this noon. We're having lunch and he's going to introduce me to his colleagues. Do you want to come with me?"
"No, Carmelle. I have to go to the cathedral but thanks anyway."
And Stephanie went to her dressing room to change.
**
Having arrived at the cathedral, Mademoiselle de Affariere went inside and found it lavishly furnished. The ceiling was filled with paintings of famous painters from Italy and France. The carpet from the doorway leading to the altar was magnificent. Images of the saints and the Blessed Mother were very beautiful. Stephanie went to the pew near the image of the Blessed Mother to pray. It so happened that she wasn't alone in that pew. Someone she didn't expected to be here, today at the same place, at the same time.
"I wasn't expecting you to be here, Mademoiselle de Affariere."
Stephanie turned around. It was a young lad of nineteen. Quite a gentleman but nevertheless, handsome.
"And I wasn't expecting you to be here too, Monsieur de Morcerf. What brings you here today?"
"I was praying to the Blessed Mother to guide me and I asked for the Lord's protection for my trip back to France."
"So soon?"
"Oui, mademoiselle. I have to."
"When are you planning to go back?"
"Tomorrow morning, as soon as possible. How about you, what brings you here?"
"I've prayed to the Blessed Mother. It's quite confidential."
Saying this, Stephanie stood up but Albert stopped her again and asked,
"Would you like me to walk you to your carriage?"
Stephanie nodded and they walked together hand in hand out of the cathedral.
They stopped near the flower booth that fills the area with the fragrance of the flowers. Albert bought a rose and was wondering whether he'll tell Stephanie about something that Albert's trying to reveal to her deep in his heart.
"Um, Stephanie?"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering, well, perhaps you would like to accept my invitation of taking you out for lunch and for the rest of the afternoon?"
"Well, I don't know, Albert."
"It would be a pleasure if you would accept it."
"Are you flirting with me or is this some kind of a joke?"
"None of the above, mademoiselle."
"So what are you trying to show?"
"Mademoiselle, I don't have any cruel intentions on you."
"I understand."
"So, do you accept it?"
"Well, alright, I'll accept it. I think no harm will be done if I'll go with you."
"No harm, my lady, no harm."
Stephanie nodded, showing her approval. Albert took her by the hand, showing his gratitude to her that expresses deep happiness that Stephanie even he, can't tell.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, okay okay! Sue me now! I know that this chapter is too short, so I promise I'll make it up to you, okish? Okish. So, please kill me now or anything. I just want to hear from you. so, what do you say about my chappie? Hmmm.
CHAPTER 3 OF LOST ON THE TRAIL OF LOVE by Sentimental Butterfly
Let us leave Albert, dazed by love and left him open-mouthed and go to the sweet mademoiselle who Albert was bragging about. Yes, Mademoiselle Stephanie de Affariere, daughter of Baron Douglas de Affariere and Baroness Anne de Affariere, thank you very much. The girl was sitting on her rocking chair near the balcony, wondering whether the scene that had happened last night was true or not.
"Good morning, Stephanie. What brings you to wake up so early today?" asked her ever-loyal amiga, Mademoiselle Carmelle Selfini.
"Nothing so important, my dear Carmelle."
"Stephanie, you know you always confide your secrets to moi."
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"I'm eager to listen."
"Okay," and Stephanie told Carmelle about everything last night.
"It's true, Stephanie. I saw you two last night."
"I thought it was a dream."
"So, do you love him?"
"So, did you find a date?" said Stephanie, suddenly changing the topic.
"Oui, mademoiselle. His name is Monsieur Franz de Boullion. I met him last night. Such a gentleman."
"And when are you planning to meet him again?"
"We've planned to meet this noon. We're having lunch and he's going to introduce me to his colleagues. Do you want to come with me?"
"No, Carmelle. I have to go to the cathedral but thanks anyway."
And Stephanie went to her dressing room to change.
**
Having arrived at the cathedral, Mademoiselle de Affariere went inside and found it lavishly furnished. The ceiling was filled with paintings of famous painters from Italy and France. The carpet from the doorway leading to the altar was magnificent. Images of the saints and the Blessed Mother were very beautiful. Stephanie went to the pew near the image of the Blessed Mother to pray. It so happened that she wasn't alone in that pew. Someone she didn't expected to be here, today at the same place, at the same time.
"I wasn't expecting you to be here, Mademoiselle de Affariere."
Stephanie turned around. It was a young lad of nineteen. Quite a gentleman but nevertheless, handsome.
"And I wasn't expecting you to be here too, Monsieur de Morcerf. What brings you here today?"
"I was praying to the Blessed Mother to guide me and I asked for the Lord's protection for my trip back to France."
"So soon?"
"Oui, mademoiselle. I have to."
"When are you planning to go back?"
"Tomorrow morning, as soon as possible. How about you, what brings you here?"
"I've prayed to the Blessed Mother. It's quite confidential."
Saying this, Stephanie stood up but Albert stopped her again and asked,
"Would you like me to walk you to your carriage?"
Stephanie nodded and they walked together hand in hand out of the cathedral.
They stopped near the flower booth that fills the area with the fragrance of the flowers. Albert bought a rose and was wondering whether he'll tell Stephanie about something that Albert's trying to reveal to her deep in his heart.
"Um, Stephanie?"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering, well, perhaps you would like to accept my invitation of taking you out for lunch and for the rest of the afternoon?"
"Well, I don't know, Albert."
"It would be a pleasure if you would accept it."
"Are you flirting with me or is this some kind of a joke?"
"None of the above, mademoiselle."
"So what are you trying to show?"
"Mademoiselle, I don't have any cruel intentions on you."
"I understand."
"So, do you accept it?"
"Well, alright, I'll accept it. I think no harm will be done if I'll go with you."
"No harm, my lady, no harm."
Stephanie nodded, showing her approval. Albert took her by the hand, showing his gratitude to her that expresses deep happiness that Stephanie even he, can't tell.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, okay okay! Sue me now! I know that this chapter is too short, so I promise I'll make it up to you, okish? Okish. So, please kill me now or anything. I just want to hear from you. so, what do you say about my chappie? Hmmm.