"She loved him she did."
"She even had his kid."
"But then she died."
"And he didn't cry."
"She was murdered."
"By her own love."
Nellie Lovett bustled around the shop quickly tidying this and buffering that. Everything had to look spic and span for the customers. Spic and span was her motto. At least that's what she liked to say. The old rickety wood tables and chairs and been spiffed up to look rather shiny, new, and somewhat comfortable. With the money incoming from her booming business she'd even bought a crystal chandelier which hung proudly from the ceiling of the bakery.
Toby stood proudly by his adoptive mother's side. He would hand her things and run this to and fro. Finally he stopped and handed his mother a damp rag," If it's quite alright with you I'd like to go and pick up a new bottle of gin!" he exclaimed. Mrs. Lovett laughed and handed him a few coins from a coin purse that looked oddly similar to that of Senor Pirelli's. Pirelli's coin purse was one of a kind though. He'd had it imported from Persia. Made of the finest silk there was and embroidered with gold. When had Mrs. Lovett been able to afford THAT ?
Anthony paced the streets of London. Pondering what he was going to do. His poor Evangeline… Away in a governor's mansion for the rest of her life. Never to see the joys of the world! Oh how he longed to take her on the sea. Show her the wonders of the world. She'd love it. He was indebted to her. He loved her… He did feel terrible for breaking Johanna's heart but… He knew of somebody else that potentially loved her more than he could have ever forced himself to.
Evangeline sighed as she continued mending her mother's broken hem. Her poor mother had never been much good at sewing and what not. So she had taught herself and did most of the mending now. She wouldn't let the servants touch her clothing. She had to do it all on her own. Or else it was never done right. It was just one of those little quirks that everybody had. Evangeline peered out the window to see Anthony pacing. She should do something… But what ? Tell him it was alright he left Johanna for herself ? No. She could never do that. She thought more of herself than that. She sighed and placed the mending down and gathered the hem of her silk midnight blue gown, trimmed with the whitest lace. She didn't want to get her dress dirty. Even she cared about her dress. She gave a small, intimate smile to Anthony," Anthony…" she paused," I'm sorry for any trouble I might have possibly caused you. I didn't mean to-" she was cut off by the man's arms enveloping her.
Sweeney looked absolutely mortified. His mouth was open- as if he was going to say something but… He just couldn't. What kind of cruel joke was this ? Sure- this female looked a lot like Lucy… The soft yellow curls… The dashing blue eyes… Oh and that ivory skin. The ivory skin,"J-j-Johanna ?" he stuttered out. She nodded," I never thought I'd get a chance to meet you." he finally managed to say. His skin had flushed an even whiter white. Milky white. Ghostly white. He let himself fall down into his barber's chair with a loud THUD. He'd actually almost fainted. This was surreal.
Johanna gasped as he fell into the chair like this. She rushed over to him, placing a hand on his forehead," My, my." she managed to gasp out," Your burning up!" she exclaimed," How could I be ?" Sweeney barked,"I'm freezing!" he hissed. Indeed- he was shivering. He hadn't be like this before. It was because of Johanna. He had never been in her presence before. And now… He was grateful he had her in his presence… She was angelic. She was his daughter. Now he was complete. Perhaps without a wife… But at least he had Johanna.
DISCLAIMER;; I DO NOT OWN SWEENEY TODD OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS FICTION.
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