A week to her wedding, Eloise is not feeling the excitement that most women claim to feel right before they get married. Maybe it is because all of the drama that has happened before it has been enough excitement that the ceremony itself just cannot measure up. In fact, Fay and Eliza are much more excited than she is, one would think that it is their wedding. They are constantly talking about dresses and hats and guests as though those things are their business. Eloise just watches them be excited with a blank expression on her face, hoping that she can muster some excitement on the actual wedding day.“Eloise, are you alright?” Fay asks, interrupting Eloise’s thoughts.“I’m fine,” Eloise replies halfheartedly.“You don’t look fine.” Eliza says. “You look bored. Are we boring you?”“No.” Eloise chuckles. “It is just that everything is so peaceful right now.”“And that is a problem?” Eliza asks with an eyebrow raised.“No,” Eloise says quickly. “You know how there is a calm before the
Stanley heads straight to Eloise’s house with the intention of telling her what his parents are up to. But when he gets to her house, he realizes that she has a handful of problems of her own. He meets her father for the first time and watches in apprehension as the man introduces himself as John. He does not know whether to welcome the man with open arms or be hostile to him. Eloise must have sensed his discomfort because she ushers him out of her house and tells him that she will visit him to explain it all. He does not even get the chance to explain why he is in her house.Stanley spends the next few days waiting for Eloise to visit him but does not see here. He imagines that her father is a stubborn pain in the ass who refuses to leave no matter what she says. More than once, he gets the urge to just get into his car and drive down to Brooklyn but he does not, choosing instead to give Eloise space to deal with her father. It is now three days to his wedding day and Eloise has yet
“Honey?” He hears his mother’s voice and turns around to face her. “Are you okay? You’ve been sitting in your car for almost one hour” she walks around his car and opens the door to the passenger seat to sit next to him.“I guess you got what you wanted. My engagement to Eloise is over.”Even though this is truly what she wanted, Phyllis is looking at her son and feeling heartbroken. For someone who likes to win and who likes to be right, this scene is breaking her own heart too and it feels so much like a pyrrhic victory. “I’m really sorry, Stanley.” She tries to hold his hand but he jerks it away from her.“Are you really sorry?”“I am,” Phyllis says with a sigh. “Especially for bringing Eloise’s father and Emily here.”Stanley looks at his mother. “You did what?”“I was doing what I thought was best.”“Please stop saying that!” Stanley yells at her then reduces his volume. “Just stop.”Phyllis takes in a deep breath and lets it out. “I can see that you really love her and we have
Eloise is yet to be accustomed with the fact that Mary Lou is standing in front of her, yet she has already been thrown off by Mary Lou’s announcement of some information that she has. Even for Stanley and Eloise, both of whom drama always seems to find, the past couple of weeks has been very peaceful. They had their wedding as they wanted, packed their bags and are now on their way to their honeymoon destination in the Caribbean islands, at least they were until Mary Lou showed up unannounced. Naturally, Eloise wants to ask Mary when she decided to come to New York or how her trip has been but all of those seem redundant in the face of whatever she wants to say. Mary Lou’s face is a picture of anxiety and determination. The face of a person who has something big or troubling to say and nothing is going to stop her from saying it. With this, Eloise knows that whatever her friend wants to say is not something she would want to hear right before a joyful trip. She decides that she must
“That cannot be,” Eloise says, staring into the space above Mary Lou’s head. There is a painting hanging on the wall in the direction that she is staring but Eloise cannot really see it. She cannot see anything for this information has made her mind foggy. “You told me all your grandparents were dead,” Stanley whispers to Eloise even though Mary Lou can also hear him clearly. “That’s what I was told,” Eloise says quickly. They have built their infant marriage on a foundation of trust and truthfulness, she cannot afford to have anything shake that foundation, even by a little bit. Eloise had never met any of her grandparents. Her father told her that his own parents died when he was younger and so did her mother’s father. Her mother’s mother on the other hand, died shortly after her daughter, Eloise’s mother died, he said. “You saw her?” Eloise asks Mary Lou.“With my own two eyes,” Mary Lou replies gently. “But that is not the big news and I think that you should prepare your mind
Every time that Eloise returns to Blue Creek, something always manages to be different. It could be something as simple as a new baby in the Wheatley house or even a few new businesses opening up. No matter what, the town is always expanding one way or another; that is a constant. Another constant is the kind of welcome she receives. The last time she was here when her father had just fallen ill, the townsfolk went out of their way to visit and welcome her, to Eloise’s chagrin. However, this time as she enters town on the back of a carriage with Stanley beside her and Mary Lou opposite them, Eloise cannot help but notice some degree of hostility or apathy towards their presence. They pass several townsfolk, most of whom she recognizes and who recognize her as well. They stare into the carriage as though to see who it is, then direct their attention elsewhere when they spot them. Eloise notices this along the way but cannot ponder over it for too long. Stanley is excited beside her an
The room is not like their apartment. It is not spacious and it is most definitely not homely. But it will do, Eloise thinks. There is one double bed in the left-hand corner of the room, a wardrobe on the opposite wall and a dresser right by the window. The walls are painted a dull grey that has already begun to peel off in several places. When Stanley sits on the bed, it makes a creaking sound that immediately annoys Eloise. “This is so small,” Eloise groans as she opens the wardrobe.“Relax,” Stanley says with a chuckle. “It’s not like this is our house. We are only going to be here for a while.”Eloise turns around to face him with a smile. She still cannot believe how supportive he is being. She walks away from the wardrobe and stops in front of him on the bed. Then she puts both of her legs on each side of his and sits on his laps, straddling him.“You are being so great,” she says to him. They stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before they both close the distance be
The first thing Mary Lou does when she sees Eloise and Stanley the next day is to apologize for her mother’s meeting with them. Stanley still finds it baffling while Eloise dismisses the apology, telling Mary Lou she is more than familiar with the woman that is Greta Clark. They are on their way to Huntington, a town two borders away from Blue Creek and in which Shirley, Eloise’s grandmother is living. They are in a carriage; the driver of which Stanley has paid in excess to carry them wherever they may need to go while they are in Blue Creek.That morning, Stanley had woken up with great excitement and he shook Eloise awake too like a child on Christmas day. Eloise was startled to be jolted awake but settled down the moment she saw her lover’s face.“Someone is up early,” Eloise said.“Someone needs to get up too and begin showing me around Blue Creek.”“Oh honey, we cannot do that today. Mary Lou is taking us to see my grandmother, remember?” Just like that, Stanley’s excitement va
The next morning, the auditorium buzzes with the energy of hopeful actors and actresses. The stage is set for auditions, with rows of seats filled by those waiting for their turn. Ms. Parker sits at a long table near the front, a stack of scripts in front of her. Mary Lou stands beside her, clipboard in hand, a mix of excitement and determination on her face. As the first actor steps onto the stage, Ms. Parker nods to Mary Lou, who announces, "Next, we have Kevin Thompson reading for the role of Jack." Kevin begins his monologue, his voice echoing through the auditorium. Ms. Parker and Mary Lou watch intently, making notes and exchanging glances. The actor finishes his piece, and Ms. Parker smiles warmly. "Thank you, Kevin. We'll be in touch," she says. Kevin leaves the stage, replaced by the next hopeful. The auditions continue, a parade of talent showcasing their skills. Some performances are strong and confident, while others falter under the pressure. Throughout it all, Mary
As Eloise and Phyllis step into the restaurant, the first thing that hits Eloise is the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of warm pastries. The interior is elegantly decorated, with soft lighting that casts a golden glow over the room. Polished wooden floors reflect the light, and the walls are adorned with tasteful artwork. Tables are set with crisp white linens and delicate china, creating an atmosphere of refined sophistication. The gentle murmur of conversation fills the air, interspersed with the clinking of silverware and the occasional burst of laughter. A soft jazz melody plays in the background, adding to the restaurant’s serene ambiance. The smell of caramelized sugar and freshly baked bread wafts from the kitchen, making Eloise’s mouth water despite her tension. As soon as they step through the door, a well-dressed maître d' hurries over, a broad smile spreading across his face as he recognizes Phyllis. "Mrs. Bradshaw, what a pleasure to see you ag
"Dad," Stanley says, his voice barely above a whisper. A mixture of shock and confusion flickers across his face. "What are you doing here?" James smiles, a knowing, almost condescending smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He strides forward with the confidence of a man accustomed to being in charge, and comes to stand beside Sebastian. "Stanley," James greets, his voice smooth and measured. "I see you've met Sebastian. We've been in touch for some time now, discussing matters that concern both of us—and, by extension, you." Stanley feels a rush of emotions—anger, betrayal, and confusion—swirl within him. His mind races to make sense of this unexpected alliance. "What is going on?" Stanley demands, his voice stronger now, fueled by the simmering anger. "Why are you here, and what are you both up to?" James and Sebastian exchange a glance, a silent communication passing between them. Then, James turns his full attention to his son. "Stanley, there are things at play here tha
Stanley grips the steering wheel tightly as he drives away from their home in Tribeca. The bustling streets of New York City quickly transition from the dense urban jungle to the more open, quieter roads leading out of the city. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, primarily centered on the man he is about to confront, Sebastian Flores. As he navigates through the busy traffic, he reflects on the events that have led him here. The revelation of Emily's orchestrated scheme to drive Eloise to the brink had been a shocking blow. But it had also brought to light deeper, more sinister undercurrents. Who else had been involved? And why? The questions gnawed at him, fueling his determination to find answers. The cityscape gradually gives way to the sprawling suburbs, with their neatly manicured lawns and tree-lined streets. The sounds of honking horns and the constant buzz of the city fade into the background, replaced by the more subdued hum of tires on asphalt and the occasional chirp o
Eloise pushes the shopping cart through the polished aisles of the grocery store, each step echoing softly on the tiled floor. The store is brightly lit, with wide aisles that provide a clear view of the meticulously arranged shelves, As she moves toward the bakery section, the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries wafts through the air, mingling with the faint scent of coffee brewing at the nearby café. Soft, soothing background music plays with the murmur of other shoppers discussing their purchases or catching up on their day. Eloise pauses by the dairy section, scanning the neatly arranged rows of milk, yogurt, and cheeses. As she rounds the corner near the dairy section, she nearly collides with a tall, familiar figure. "Eloise?” the man exclaims, his voice tinged with surprise and delight. Eloise looks up, her eyes widening. “Thomas! It’s been ages!” Thomas Wilson, her old boss from the magazine where she first worked as an assistant when she moved to Ne
Mary Lou sits across from Eloise in the living room, a cup of tea in her hands. The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on their faces. Eloise notices the contemplative look in Mary Lou’s eyes and even before her friend speaks, she senses that a significant conversation is about to unfold. "Eloise, there’s something I need to tell you," Mary Lou begins, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of uncertainty. Eloise sets her own cup down, giving Mary Lou her full attention. "What is it, Mary Lou? You know you can tell me anything." Mary Lou takes a deep breath to gather her thoughts. "I’ve been thinking a lot about my future and everything that’s happened. I’ve come to a decision, and I wanted to share it with you first." Eloise leans forward with concern etched across her features. "Go on." Mary Lou looks down at her cup, then back up at Eloise. "I’ve decided to quit acting." Eloise’s eyes widen in alarm. "What? But you love the theater! Actin
The next few weeks fly by quickly but they bring a welcome period of peace for Eloise and Stanley, something they both now know is a rare find. Their home is a sanctuary of calm, filled with the gentle and seamless progress of daily life. The newborn's soft coos and the rhythmic ticking of the clock create a soothing backdrop to their newfound tranquility. For the first time in a while, they both experience what it feels to have a truly serene domestic life. Eloise, whose belly is no longer swollen with a pregnancy that weighs her down, moves gracefully around the house. She tends to their child’s every need and settles fully into her role as a mother. She accepts this role like an expert. Her face which was once marked by worry and tension now radiates a contentment. She often pauses to gaze out of the window, and in those moments, her eyes relect a quiet sort of happiness, one of contentment and fulfillment, as she watches the leaves which had previously turned into the rich hues o
Stanley and Eloise stand at the entrance of Emily’s grand townhouse, their hearts pounding in unison. The air is crisp with the bite of the approaching winter. Police officers surround them and their presence is a comforting assurance of safety. Before they walk forward, Eloise looks to Stanley who gives her a reassuring look. The lead detective knock gently and after a short while, the door swings open to reveal Emily. As always, she is poised and elegant in a short black dress and black heels. Her hair is blown out and light so that the wind from the outside blows them freely. In her hand is a half full glass of wine which she holds on tightly too for dear life. When she sees those before her, her eyes widen in surprise. The surprise is quickly replaced by panic. "What’s the meaning of this?" she demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Emily Flores," one of the officers steps forward, "you are under arrest for conspiracy, harassment, and endangerment." Emily’s composed facad
The streets of New York City are just as busy and lively as they usually are but to Stanley, they feel distant and muted. The crisp air bites at his skin, a stark reminder of the approaching winter. The sky is a heavy gray, threatening snow that hasn't yet begun to fall. The wind whistles through the tall buildings, carrying the scent of roasted chestnuts from a vendor just a few feet away and the sharp, metallic tang of cold concrete. Stanley pulls his coat tighter around himself. As he walks, his breath is visible in the cold. The city's sounds—the honking of cars, the chatter of pedestrians, the distant wail of a siren—blend into a background hum that he barely registers. His mind is elsewhere, consumed by the revelations of the past few days. He thinks about the pieces that have fallen into place, the clues that led him to understand who is responsible for the turmoil that has gripped their lives. The manipulation, the threats, the orchestrated events—all designed to destabiliz