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Post by ophelia on Jan 3, 2009 22:59:59 GMT -5
"She deserves everything a princess has. I would happily give her that lifestyle, God knows I can with my family's fortune behind me, but right now we can't share in such a happy lifestyle. It pains me, knowing that she deserves all that."
For one reason or another, she couldn't help but feel jealous of Jean's fiancee. Her child-like ignorance allowed her to be. From his description she had great beauty, but more than that had a kind, devoted man who loved and would do anything for her. Yet the money only seemed to worsen his burden. Ophelia cursed her bad luck, it seemed like she always came upon valiant men at the wrong time! Still, she would try her best to support the person she had met not so long ago.
"Few people would understand, even if I did sit down with them and explain it calmly as I have with you. That really helps to be able to talk about it with an outside force, one not involved with it in anyway."
"No, thank you for sharing with me," She replied, chewing her thumb nail. It was a bad habit her parents didn't approve of, constantly reminding her with a small slap to the wrist. "... Although this is something I doubt you won't be capable of handling, it sounds dangerous. An angry woman is a scary thing, but she should be able to forgive you."
The young girl was in no position to say such comforting words, as she knew she would probably curse a cheating man until the day she died - and maybe even attempt to get revenge as well. But the man probably knew not many would be so honest with such a tender subject. That honesty was rare to be found in society at all. Attempting to comfort him with a small white lie was merely her aim.
"... perhaps?" Or not.
"Well, my fiancee you'd probably see a lot walking about on the other side of the city, whether or not if you could meet her, I don't know. If you are around the Opera a lot, we occasionally attend a show. My wife spends a lot of time near or at the Opera as well, not during a show as she must care for our daughter."
That could be trouble, she thought. As if the sickness wasn't enough, they had a child together? What would become of her once Jean got re-married? This was insane! And there were so many identical faces around the Populaire too. She could have seen his fiance or current wife and not even known it. Although Ophelia decided not to ask, there was clear confusion on her face as the nail-biting intensified. Yet her conscience managed to hold on, for once.
"Her name is Nicolette Jondrette, my fiancee, Hana Fujioka."
Mentally congratulating herself for gaining so much of his trust, she made sure not to forget those names. The second sounded distinctly foreign, while the first wasn't completely uncommon. She wondered what the two were like, and whether she could learn something from either of them. Well, they both had to have been kind enough to gain his trust anyway, Ophelia chided.
"The grass is always greener on the other side," She scolded herself again, this time aloud. "My parents were at the height of their careers when they got married, and no one ever got in their way! It was perfect. Then they had a spoiled baby girl... maybe if my parents had complications like you, I wouldn't be so..." Too many negative words flowed through her head at that point.
"... I digress." Teen angst wouldn't help anyone, but she felt the Marquis would understand more than her father. She hoped Jean didn't think she was trying to rub her parents' relationship in, as when Ophelia used to she would appear much more confident and smug. "Do you know how long Madame Jondrette has?"
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Post by Jean Jondrette on Jan 4, 2009 19:00:47 GMT -5
"The grass is always greener on the other side. My parents were at the height of their careers when they got married, and no one ever got in their way! It was perfect. Then they had a spoiled baby girl... maybe if my parents had complications like you, I wouldn't be so... I digress."
"Marie is unaware of the situation as she is only about three. But she loves her mother dearly and once she has passed she will surely miss her. I plan on keeping her as my own after I remarry of course, after all I do love the child dearly. How she will react to Hana, I can't tell, but she seems to like anyone she meets, I don't doubt that Hana would ever be able to replace Nicolette in her eyes. All se could really be is a mother figure. She would be a mother if she didn't have a miscarriage..."
Jean had tried to repress that horrible memory of the deceased child in Hana's arms, covered in dry birth blood it had laid there. The child was beautiful, it had rounded eyes, a combination of both the parent's eyes, light skin and it eventually have grown black hair as both its parents had it. Oh how he wished it could have survived, given Marie a little half-sibling. But perhaps there would be other children, none of which would replace Marie though, she would always be his little princesse.
"Do you know how long Madame Jondrette has?"
The Marquis thought it over. Nicolette had been diagnosed with a year he believed when he was in Japan, then a six month journey back and he had been back in Paris for about five months. Jean gasped aloud at the very little time his wife had left in this earth. "She doesn't have long, I'm sure. But she's a strong woman and probably could cheat death a few times, I've learned never to underestimate her in anything. She can do so much..."
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