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Chapter 20

Posted on Thursday, 18 October 2001

You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
~Pooh's Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne~

Thomas Hassan was terribly clever to house young Annapurna in a setting that had changed little in over two hundred years. The few investors who had seen the company's offices, and had been told that the estate was already paid for, had immediately phoned purchase orders in to their brokers. At only three years old, Annapurna's stock was still inconsequential in the markets, so it posed few risks to investors. In coming years, however, it was believed that Annapurna would do very well for a production company-if only because of Thomas Hassan's infinite wealth and impeccable taste. He had yet to take on a project that failed.

Gorgeous gardens and ponds of all shapes and sizes surrounded the palatial manor house. Several elegant outbuildings rested in the middle of stands of trees imported especially for their autumn colors. The legal team's suite was on the ground floor of the main house's West wing. All four attorneys' offices had French doors that opened into a quiet garden.

Since her last visit, Anne had forgotten how beautiful the estate was. As she settled into her freshly painted and richly decorated office, she wondered how on earth anyone could possibly get work done in such a setting. She also wondered how the company, which had only been in existence for a few years, could possibly afford it.

Slipped into her desk blotter, Anne found an elegantly printed itinerary for the week. She was stunned. The experience ahead could only be compared to orientation week at a wealthy, private liberal arts college. Every day held a variety of workshops, meetings, exclusive lunches, and sightseeing trips. Every evening, the eleven new employees were to attend a different event-from shows in London's West End, to elegant dinners and welcome parties sponsored by the heads of their various departments.

Of course, Annapurna did not go through this for every new employee...just those with advanced degrees, executive positions, and triple-figure salaries. The company wooed potential candidates with flair, then proceeded to make them feel remarkably appreciated. In an era when young adults tended to change jobs, or even careers, every three to five years, Annapurna felt the extra expense was worth it-better to seduce new employees into staying rather than fork over hefty signing bonuses every few years.

Anne was playing with her sleek, new laptop computer when someone knocked on her open door.

'Anne Elliot, I presume? When I saw you at the airport, I thought you looked familiar...'

Anne gave her visitor a startled smile, immediately recognizing him. 'Mr. Elliot!'

'William, or Will, please.' He laughed. 'It seems that my reputation has preceded me. Who is the culprit?'

Anne rose from her chair to shake his hand. 'What brings you here?'

'I saw your name in the orientation folder,' he said, indicating a burgundy three-ring binder on Anne's desk. 'I thought that I should visit you before we ran into each other in public.' He paused, frowning. 'Of course, you know about my past...'

'Yes, I do.' Anne said briefly, waving him into one of the chairs facing her desk. She studied his face carefully as she took the other.

'And you know that I behaved...rather poorly when I left your father's firm.'

'I did not know too much about it...'

'You are too kind. But then, I expected that of you after what I saw those few times we met so many years ago.'

Anne blushed. 'I believe we have a meeting soon. What can I do for you?'

'Actually, I came to apologize. I know that it is quite...belated,' He smiled ruefully, shaking his head. 'I've seen the light in the past few years, but my pride would never allow me to do so earlier. It wasn't until I realized that you and I would be working together that I finally decided to humble myself. I would hate to work with someone who saw me as an enemy...'

'I never thought of you in such harsh terms,' Anne murmured, acutely uncomfortable with the conversation. 'However, if you wish to rebuild your bridges, I believe that it is my father, and not I, you should be speaking to.'

'I left a message for your father this morning. I have also composed a letter of apology. I am heartily ashamed of my behavior.'

Anne smiled meekly. 'Thank you. I can see that you have changed for the better.'

'I hope so! And I hope that we will become friends, Miss Elliot. We are going to spend quite a lot of time together, it seems.' He said, pointing to the schedule on her desk.

'If I am to call you William, you must call me Anne.' She said softly, holding her hand out to him.

'Thank you, Anne.' He grinned, rising to his feet. 'I can see that you are still uncertain of me. I won't ask you to completely forgive me just yet...you can wait until your father responds to my request, if you wish. I hope very much that it will be favorable...' He gave her a slight bow with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 'And now, you are right, we do have a meeting.'

Anne laughed as she rose to her feet. It seemed that William Elliot had succeeded. 'I build my own judgments independent of my father. Even if he cannot forgive you, I do not hold grudges. I am very glad that you decided to approach me like this. I already think better of you.'

'I can tell you won't be knighting me any time soon...but it's a beginning.' He opened the door for Anne. 'Shall we?'

'O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me.*'

Louisa was breathless. Frederick really did seem a man passionately in love. The intensity in his blue eyes was enough to drop any woman. Unfortunately, Thomas Hassan was not as pleased.

'The Duke has never been denied anything in his life, which is why he is obsessed with Olivia. He is an excellent actor, and puts on a good show of love...spouting sonnets and asking his musicians to play music to keep him in the mood. Orsino is passionate about Olivia, but mostly about the idea of finally winning her, and not so much about the girl herself. Remember: the end of the story has to be credible. If Orsino is dying with love for Olivia, no one will believe that in a blink of an eye, he will so easily turn Olivia over to Sebastian and take Viola. Gradually lessen your passion for Olivia as the play progresses...'

'Yes, of course...' Frederick frowned as he rapidly scribbled notes in the margin of his script.

'Do this to the extent that by...ah....' He flipped through his notebook. 'In act five, when you say: Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth,** it should come out of your mouth almost distractedly. It is as if, having noticed her arrival, you have spoken out of habit. After all, you do immediately turn back to your conversation with Antonio.'

'I see. Shall I try again?'

They went through the scene several more times before Hassan decided to move on. 'Slightly better...always leave room for Viola in your thoughts of Olivia. Now...on to Viola. Louisa?'

Louisa had never worked with such a famous director. It was very clear that she was in awe of Thomas Hassan. Her eyes were wide, and her face was slightly pale as she stared at him. Frederick gave her an encouraging smile across the table. Louisa seemed to relax very slightly.

'What country, friends is this?' She began in a voice that betrayed her nervousness. Apparently, it was the right tone, because Hassan did not comment on it. Her courage seemed to pick up slightly after making it through her first five words without criticism.

'This is Illyria, lady.'

'And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
Perchance he is not drown'd;--what think you, sailors?***'

'Have you just arrived at a garden party, Louisa?' Hassan asked sarcastically. 'You need to sound tremendously scared, hopeless, and miserable in lines three and four. You are a young woman, alone, unprotected, and penniless in a strange land. Don't forget to pause between four and five. At five, let a desperate sort of hope creep into your voice. Having lost everything else, all you have left is this one small grain of hope.'

Louisa repeated the lines over and over before Hassan finally tired of them and moved on. She gave Frederick a weary smile as she leaned back in her chair. He gave her an approving grin and slid the coffeepot in her direction.

The day dragged on. Knowing that the true characters would not emerge until they were all in costume and on set, Frederick was becoming slightly edgy and impatient. He knew that read-throughs were necessary, but he would much rather be rehearsing on stage than seated at a table, wading through the script.

It was near dark when Hassan finally closed his notebook and rose to his feet.

'That's it for today, everyone. Our Olivia won't be in until Wednesday. We'll meet again in the morning to discuss characters and motivations, and we will do another read through tomorrow afternoon. Goodnight.'

'Anyone else need a drink?' Ned Benwick asked, joining Frederick and Louisa in the hallway.

'Desperately.' Louisa said with a dramatic sigh as she clutched Frederick's arm and pressed the back of her hand to her forehead.

'Is there room in your group for an old clown?' Dick Harville asked, tossing an arm around Benwick's shoulders. 'My wife is still in Bath, so I have a free night.'

'I am in desperate need of a shower.' Frederick replied, yawning. 'Where are you headed?'

'I thought the King's Fish and Ale. It's not usually so exhaustingly crowded.'

'Right. I'll meet you there in an hour.'

Ned and Harville wandered off, leaving Louisa with Frederick.

'I just wanted to tell you that I thought you were marvelous today.' Louisa said, smiling, as she and Frederick walked, still arm in arm, towards the driveway. 'Despite what Hassan said.'

'Thank you. You were great too...even though there were times I thought you would shatter if Hassan gave you one more criticism.'

'I'm not quite that fragile, but it was a little scary.'

'Hassan is tough, but he is also very good. Don't take it too personally.'

'I'm glad you are in this movie. I'm not sure I could make it without your support.'

'I am glad that you are on this film, too. And I'm sure that you would have been fine without me.' Frederick smiled, taking his car keys from his jacket pocket. 'Can I give you a ride somewhere?'

'Are you going to stop for dinner before going home? I'm starving. I'll die tonight if I don't eat something.'

'I was planning to heat up some leftovers...you're welcome to come along. You can take a nap while I shower...it looks like you need one.'

In the dark, Frederick and Louisa unknowingly passed an open car window. Upon hearing the last few sentences of their conversation, Anne promptly rolled up the window. Any doubts she had about the relationship between the two actors were now completely erased.

'They seem to be getting along well.' William Elliot commented as he started the car.

'It seems so, doesn't it?'

'They are perfect for each other. It's too bad they both are so vehemently against dating co-stars.'

'There is an exception to every rule.' Anne murmured. 'This seems to be one of them.'

'Perhaps. So, Anne, how do you feel about dating co-workers?'

Anne laughed. 'I haven't done it before...'

'Well, let me know if you want to give it a try.' Will said impishly, grinning.

'Anne Elliot!' Ned Benwick rose to his feet, grinning, as she entered the pub.

Anne shook his hand, smiling. 'It's nice to see you again, Mr. Benwick.'

'Ned, please. And may I call you Anne?'

'Of course! This is William Elliot. No relation, of course...'

Ned gave Anne a knowing grin before turning to Will. 'Didn't we see you at Gatwick?'

'If you were with Anne, yes.' Will said, shaking Ned's hand. 'Can I get you something to drink, Anne?'

'Here comes Dick.' He reintroduced Anne to the older gentleman. 'I'll help Will get the drinks.'

Dick Harville bowed over Anne's hand. 'How are you liking Annapurna, Anne?'

'Very well. How did the read-through go today?'

'Exhausting. That's why we are here. It's one time I'm glad my wife is away...she is sometimes a little too concerned for my health. Every man needs a little something to loosen him up once in a while.' He sank onto the stool across from Anne. 'So what brings you here? Did you have a rough day too?'

'No, it was nice. Will and I are supposed to met a few of the other new employees here.' She grinned. 'Frankly, though, I would much rather we stay with you and Ned. The two of you seem to have more energy than everyone in our group combined.'

'Ned's looking good, isn't he? It has been a rough year for him, you know. I am glad that he is acting again. I think the movie schedule will be good for him...busy enough to distract, but without the pressure of live shows every evening.'

'What happened to him?'

'You didn't hear? Ned was engaged to my dear sister: a lovely little stunt-person. She drowned in a sea-storm scene. It was tragic. He hasn't worked since then.'

'I am so sorry.' Anne murmured. 'Ned seems so cheerful, but I did notice a rather distant look in his eyes.'

'He is an actor, so he hides it well.' Harville lowered his voice as Ned and Will started back towards them. 'I do, however, believe that he is finally almost past this. The only thing he needs now is for a kind, lovely young woman to care for him.'

'Chardonnay for the lady, and an Absolut martini shaken not stirred for the gentleman.' Ned said, passing the drinks to them.

'We saw the rest of the new group on our way back. Do you want to join them, Anne?'

'Do you?' Anne asked, smiling.

Will grinned. 'Not really...not yet, at least. We spent all day with them. I could use a break...'

'Good point.' Ned said, glancing at Harville.

'Don't get any ideas...you owe me at least three drinks, Benwick.' Dick said, glaring at him.

Just then, Frederick and Louisa joined them. There was a brief interruption while stools were rearranged. Louisa and Anne caught up briefly while Frederick left to get drinks.

'So, Anne and William, what do you think of Annapurna so far?' Frederick asked upon his return, passing a margarita to Louisa.

'I love the estate. It's like something from a novel. Our offices are stunning.' Anne smiled, taking a sip of her wine.

'I thought you would like them.' Frederick grinned. 'Did you have to do any serious work today?'

'We had one meeting, but that was only to give us information about all of the projects Annapurna has in the works.' Will replied. 'I have a question, though,' he glanced between Dick Harville and Edward Benwick. 'How did the two of you end up in films? I thought you were die-hard stage actors.'

William's question led to a lengthy discussion. Both Frederick and Dick had plenty of stories about their glory days in the theater. Ned had obviously heard them many times, and had little desire to contribute to the conversation. He merely leaned back on his stool and watched with a faraway on his face.

Anne felt a sudden burst of pity and sympathy for Ned Benwick. Hoping to distract him from sad memories, Anne slid her stool closer.

'Have you done Shakespeare on stage?'

'Yes, but not much.' He smiled. 'I am one of the few actors who have little desire to ever play Hamlet. I am usually in more modern plays. I often wonder what gave Hassan the idea to cast me.'

'What sort of stories do you like, if not Shakespeare?'

'I would never have agreed to do Twelfth Night if I didn't like Shakespeare. I usually avoid it because most of his best plays have been done so many times that I can hardly expect to improve on them. I am, or at least I used to be, somewhat of a romantic. I read a lot of poetry, you see. I have read a lot of Byron lately...'

Anne smiled sadly. Brokenhearted people had a tendency to turn to Byron, as she knew from experience.

'I hope you read other things, too. I find myself emotional and moody if I read too much poetry.'

'I just finished War and Peace again...'

Anne laughed. 'I certainly wouldn't read that to cheer myself up. Try something lighter and hard to put down...Pride and Prejudice, perhaps? Unless you are too...'

'Nia made me read it. It wasn't bad.'

'Nia?'

'Fanny Harville. She thought Fanny sounded too fluffy for a stuntwoman.'

'Oh,' Anne flushed, upset that her desire to distract him from thoughts of his fiancé had backfired. Ned did not seem to mind, however, and began to list all of the books he had read in the past year.

Anne found herself suggesting more books to him. Ned listened appreciatively, making small comments until she had finished.

'Very good. I can see, Anne Elliot, that you have thought this through a great deal. I have no doubt that if your heart was ever broken, you would be much more sensible than most of us...and would surround yourself only with things that would guarantee your quick recovery.'

Anne lowered her head, feeling rather hypocritical. If only Ned knew how 'quick' her recovery had been, he would lose hope entirely.

'Are you ready to leave, Anne?' Will asked from across the table.

She glanced up to see everyone watching her. She smiled. 'Yes, of course. We have an early day tomorrow.'

'It was nice talking to you, Anne.' Ned said, squeezing her hand warmly.

'Thank you for not joining the other group.' Dick said, giving Anne a grateful smile as he nodded in Ned's direction.

Louisa gave Anne a light hug.

Frederick smiled. 'With our busy schedules, I'm afraid that we won't be seeing much of either of you this week.'

'I'm afraid not. Do you leave for Italy on Friday?' Will asked, helping Anne into her coat.

'Saturday.' Frederick said with a slight frown.

'Best of luck, then.' Will said, reaching over to shake Frederick's hand.

'Have fun. Stay safe.' Anne said, cringing at her sudden lack of eloquence.

Frederick gave her an odd smile. 'Always. Thank you, Anne.'

In front of the hotel, Will kissed Anne's hand. 'It was a fun night. We will have to do it again sometime. It's too bad they have to leave so soon...'

'Yes, it is.' Anne agreed. 'Well...I will see you tomorrow.'

'You seemed to get along well with Ned Benwick...'

'Yes, he is a nice man. I feel so bad for him...'

'Perhaps you will be the one to cure his broken heart.'

Anne grinned. 'Somehow, I doubt that. Goodnight Will.'

'Goodnight Anne. I am very glad that we have mended our fences.' He gave her a jaunty grin and a bow before leaving her at the elevator.

Quotes:
*William Shakespeare. Twelfth Night. 1.1.20-24.
**William Shakespeare. Twelfth Night. 5.1.96.
***William Shakespeare. Twelfth Night. 1.2.1-5.

Chapter 21

Posted on Thursday, 25 October 2001

All I want in a man is someone who rides bravely, dances beautifully, sings with vigor, reads passionately, and whose taste agrees in every point with my own.
~Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility~

'Good morning, Anne!' William Elliot strolled into Anne's office with a white paper bag and two steaming cups. 'One short skim chai for you, one tall espresso charger for me.'

'Thanks, Will!' Anne inhaled the chai's spicy aroma with a blissful smile on her face. 'You are a saint.'

'I know.' He grinned, removing his coat and gloves. 'Have dinner with me?'

Anne snorted.

'Call it a business dinner.' Will said playfully, digging into the bakery bag.

'We are on different projects-no business to discuss.' Anne replied casually as she accepted a raspberry scone.

'I bring coffee to you every morning. And brilliant conversation.' Will winked at her as he opened the New York Times to the financial section.

'And I love you for that ... but my answer is still no.' She laughed, booting up her laptop. The conversation had become a morning custom between them.

'Why? Am I too ugly?' He set the paper aside and patted his firm stomach. 'Too fat?'

'Not handsome enough to tempt me.' Anne deadpanned, taking a long look at his beautiful, dark eyes and mischievous grin. 'There must be dozens of women just dying to go out with you. Don't you think it would be strange ... dating someone from work?'

He chuckled. 'Honestly, Anne, we have worked together for a month now. I'm not trying to compromise you; I just want to get to know you better.'

Anne considered for a moment, then shrugged. 'All right. As long as you let me pay for my own dinner.'

'What? Has the ice queen finally melted? Why today of all days?'

'Thanksgiving is next week. I'm in a charitable mood.' She said archly.

'Thanksgiving has been next week since Monday.' He teased.

Anne sighed. 'Maybe I should reconsider if you are going to-'

'It just so happens that I also have two tickets to the London Symphony. I know how much you want to see them in person...' He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and dangled it under her nose.

Anne's eyes widened. 'You were planning to use that as bait if I turned you down, weren't you?'

'It never hurts to keep an ace up your sleeve.' Will leaned back in his chair. 'Listen, Anne, if you really don't want to go out with me, don't accept just to get me out of your hair. I'll understand. I can always take Marilyn Peters ...'

'Her husband might take exception to that.' Anne laughed. 'I was just playing your game, Will. Honestly, I'd love to go to dinner with you-and I am so excited about the concert! Just remember-no expectations.'

'No expectations, no problem.' He glanced at his watch. 'Speaking of Marilyn, she is almost twenty minutes late. Maybe I should-'

Miss Elliot? The secretary's voice chirped through telephone speaker.

'Yes, Ginny?'

Frederick Wentworth is on the phone for you.

Anne stared at the phone. 'Frederick? Are you sure it's for me?'

Ms. Peters asked me to transfer him.

Will threw his coat over an arm and grabbed his coffee cup. 'I'll go to Marilyn's office while you take the call. Do you want to page us when you are done?'

'No, I will just meet you there.'

Will nodded and closed the door quietly behind him.

'Hello?'

Hello, Anne. Frederick's voice was hoarse.

'You sound like you have a cold.' She commented, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach.

There has been an accident ... Frederick's voice broke. He swore softly, then apologized for his language.

Anne's heart pounded against her ribs. 'What kind of accident?'

He took a deep breath. Louisa was driving...we were talking and she suddenly forgot that she was supposed to be in the left lane and swerved to the right...I didn't have time to warn her. The other car came so quickly...It hit her side, of course. He trailed off again.

Anne's breath left her for a moment. 'Dickon, are you OK?'

I'm fine. He sounded annoyed by the question. I just have a stiff neck-she's unconscious, Anne! It's my fault.

'I'm sure it's not your fault, Frederick.' Anne said quietly, watching through the window as the brisk November wind scattered yellow leaves and grainy snow across the lawn.

Louisa hadn't driven in Europe before. She kept begging to try, and I finally let her. It was a quiet country road...I never should have agreed. I could have killed her!'

Why is he telling me this? Anne thought suddenly. 'Do you need my help?'

Yes, we need you to help sort this mess out.

Anne nodded. Of course he wasn't asking for her friendship or sympathy...he needed her legal expertise. 'What about Marilyn...or William?'

Marilyn is always busy...and she tells me that William's background is in financial and tax law. You've dealt with this sort of thing before, haven't you?

'Yes, of course.' Anne agreed immediately. 'I'll speak to Marilyn...'

Thank you. He breathed. She is already making arrangements...how soon can you leave?

The call ended just as Anne heard a knock on her door. She took a deep, shaky breath before calling for her visitor to enter.

'Marilyn told me about the accident. She called off our meeting because we don't really have anything important to discuss, anyway.' Will said, coming to stand next to Anne.

'Frederick wants me to fly down. He isn't quite sure what kind of legal mess they have gotten us into.'

'Are you going?' He asked, sitting on the edge of Anne's desk.

'Yes. I'm sorry Will, but we will have to reschedule dinner...' Anne said as she began digging through the papers on her desk.

'Of course.' He smiled. 'When do you leave?'

'One o'clock. I have a few things to wrap up this morning. I don't know how long they will need me.' Anne murmured as she began to shove notebooks and papers into her nylon briefcase.

'I'm sure it will all turn out just fine.' Will said softly, putting a hand on Anne's shoulder. 'Can I drive you to the airport?'

Anne sighed deeply and leaned back in her chair, smiling at Will. 'I would love that.'

Frederick buried his face in his hands. One moment of weakness, and he may have ruined a life...not to mention Hassan's film. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling as he drew a shaky hand through his hair. He needed to get a grip on himself.

Rising to his feet, he walked over to the window, pressing a palm to the cool glass. He watched in detached wonder as his foggy handprint slowly faded.

Anne would make everything right. He had wanted her from the beginning, and had only asked for Marilyn and Will to go through the motions, knowing very well that Marilyn did not have the time, and Will did not have the expertise. How long would it take her to arrive from London? He looked at his watch, then closed his eyes to do the mental calculation.

'Now that I've finished making calls, I'm going to the hospital to replace Ned.' Dick Harville said, interrupting Frederick's reverie.

'Ned?' Frederick asked, turning to face his friend.

'He has been there since the accident. Didn't you know?'

'They insisted on checking me over...and then I had calls to make, too. What a weekend for Hassan to disappear! Have you spoken to Ned?'

Harville nodded. 'I think he is having flashbacks of Fanny's death. He is nearly out of his mind with worry. That's why he hasn't left ... he's afraid if he does, Louisa will die.'

Ned was sleeping in a chair next to Louisa's bed when they arrived. He gave a deep sigh, then suddenly jumped in his sleep, waking himself up.

'Hello Wentworth. Harville.' He shot a concerned frown in Louisa's direction, as if to make sure she was still there.

'Any change?' Harville asked, taking a chair across from him.

'She woke up briefly a few hours ago...they did more tests. She does have a concussion, and a few broken bones...' His voice broke on the last word, and he sagged back in his chair with a groan. 'Any word from Hassan?'

'None yet.' Frederick said, borrowing a chair from the room's other occupant. 'Anne is flying down tonight.'

Ned smiled tiredly. 'She'll be able to sort everything out, then. All we have to worry about is ... Louisa!' He leaped out of his chair as Louisa's eyes fluttered open.

She gazed wildly around the room and made a groaning sound. Ned quickly placed a few ice chips in her mouth and smoothed her hair back from her face.

'Louisa, sweetheart ... it is so good to see those beautiful eyes.'

Frederick's forehead wrinkled. Dick caught Frederick's questioning frown and shrugged before moving closer to Louisa's bed.

'You look like a million bucks, honey. That gown is quite the fashion statement. Care to roll over so we can see the rear view, too?' He asked with a delightful grin.

Louisa's eyes crinkled.

'Don't make her laugh, Dick.' Ned admonished, taking Louisa's hand. 'It will hurt with the tube in her throat.'

'Sorry, sorry.' Dick captured Louisa's other hand, careful of the IV tubes. 'I hear that the world has a new Evel Knievel.'

Louisa's eyebrows rose.

'I guess he was famous before your time. Look, Frederick is here, too.'

Frederick stepped forward. 'Louisa, I am so sorry. How are you feeling?'

'Don't try to talk!' Ned cried, squeezing Louisa's hand as he glared at Frederick.

Frederick stepped back with a sick look on his face. 'Sorry. I'm glad you're awake Louisa ... I'll go tell the nurse.'

Anne's flight touched down in Florence just as the sun was setting. The city was every bit as beautiful as she had imagined. With all of her heart, she wished she were visiting under different circumstances.

The car took her straight to the beautiful old villa Hassan had turned into his temporary headquarters. He had granted the staff a rare two-day holiday over the weekend. As a result, the villa was empty except for a few servants, one of which led Anne down a lonely hallway to a small room with red tile floors and walls decorated with a faded mosaic.

Anne unpacked, then set out for a walk, hoping to run into someone who knew what was going on. She had half-expected Frederick to meet her at the airport to fill her in on all of the details. Of course, she had been sadly mistaken.

Anne wandered the grounds for some time before finding any signs of life. Finally, she heard someone dribbling a basketball. She followed the sound to a small clay court surrounded by trees.

Except for the dark hair, Frederick looked much as she had remembered him from years ago: ragged jeans, old T-shirt, and very sexy. He hadn't seen her yet, so she stood in the shadows, watching as he shot a few baskets.

As she slid behind a tree, she stepped on a nest of dried leaves. Frederick turned quickly, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

'Is someone there?'

Anne stepped out from behind a tree. 'Sorry ... I didn't want to disturb you. I didn't see anyone else around here ...'

'You made it.' He jogged over, still breathing heavily from the exercise. 'Everyone's gone for the weekend. Even Hassan.'

'How is Louisa?'

He gave her a wary smile, dribbling the ball a few times.. 'Better. I'm sorry no one was here to meet you...we were all a little preoccupied. I just arrived back from the hospital...'

'I understand.'

'I suppose you are wondering what we are going to do about this...' Frederick paused, then grabbed a sweatshirt from the ground and began walking back towards the house. 'I'm not quite sure, myself ...'

'It's too bad Hassan isn't here.' Anne commented, falling into step with him.

'I know.' Frederick frowned. 'He put me in charge for the weekend-which didn't really mean much until today.'

'So ... what happened.'

They had come to a tiled patio. Frederick led Anne to a bench with a beautiful view of the city. 'Let's sit here. I'd rather not go inside...it is rather depressing with everyone gone.'

They sat quietly for a moment, gazing out over the city, before he began to speak. Anne watched the lights come on in Florence as she listened quietly. When Frederick stopped speaking, Anne realized that she had became so hypnotized by the warm, melodic sound of his voice that she had no idea what he had been saying.

'I suppose the first thing to do is speak with the other driver.' She murmured, hoping that it connected with his story.

'I've arranged for a meeting tomorrow afternoon. How much trouble could we be in?' Frederick asked, turning towards her.

'I don't know Italian law, but because you were in charge, Annapurna will probably be held at least partially responsible. I still can't believe that Louisa charmed you into letting her drive! Even if she had a valid Italian driver's license this would be a touchy case because the company is involved. Someone could have been killed! How could-'

'I understand you completely. I accept full blame, of course.' Frederick said very softly, rising to his feet. 'I can only give my most heartfelt apologies for the damage I have done...including wasting your time with this.'

Anne bit her lip as she stood. 'I'm sorry, Frederick. You've been through enough today. I didn't mean to ...'

'You have no reason to apologize to me, Anne.' He said, holding her gaze. 'You will understand if I cannot keep you better company ... I am exhausted.'

Anne nodded. 'I will see you tomorrow.'

'Goodnight, Anne.' Frederick donned his sweatshirt, and left Anne standing alone in the twilight with the beautiful skyline of Florence glowing behind her.

Chapter 22

Posted on Thursday, 1 November 2001

If I love you, what business is it of yours?
~ Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe ~

Anne awoke with a start. The light skipping brightly through sheer draperies told her that it was well past dawn. She lay still for a moment, gazing around the unfamiliar room, her heart still pounding from a forgotten dream. Then, taking one glance at her travel alarm clock, she gasped and threw the bed sheet aside. Outside the window, a soft haze blanketed the city, but otherwise the sky was clear, and the sun showed every intention of burning it off by noon. Anne took one wistful glance at the beautiful city before hurrying to get ready for the day.

Lindsey Cutler was seated at a delicate-looking table in the library, typing furiously on her laptop. She looked over the top of her reading glasses as Anne entered.

'Anne! I heard that you'd come.' She exclaimed with a wide smile as removed her glasses and slipped them into her charmingly tousled, curly hair. 'I'm so glad. How are you?'

'I'm well.' Anne leaned down to hug her. 'You look beautiful, Linds. Michael must be treating you right.'

Lindsey beamed. 'You have no idea, Anne. He is my guardian angel. Which reminds me, have you seen Dickon yet?'

'I ran into him last night, but I haven't seen him yet this morning.'

'He seemed quite determined to find you.' Lindsey chuckled as she wheeled herself towards the coffee cart. 'He said that he desperately needed to talk to you.'

Lindsey's unspoken innuendo made Anne's heart lurch. Surely, she was not planning a crusade for Anne's benefit. 'Can I ask you for a favor, Lindsey?' She asked warily.

'Anything.' Lindsey replied, pouring coffee into two cups. 'Sugar? Milk?'

'Two lumps of sugar, and just a drop of milk, please.' Anne took a deep breath. 'Please, don't ever mention my past with Frederick. It's long over.'

Lindsey raised an eyebrow as she handed a steaming cup to Anne.

'Back in the States, I noticed how smug you and Michael looked whenever Frederick and I were thrown together. Please don't try anything! '

'It would have been fun.' Lindsey sighed regretfully. 'But I understand. Is there someone else?'

Anne hesitated. 'Possibly...but no, not really. Besides, Frederick obviously has Louisa.'

Lindsey shrugged, 'I wouldn't be so-'

'Hello, Lindsey.' Frederick said brightly, entering the room with a stack of folders under his arm. His voice changed slightly when he noticed Anne. 'Good morning.'

Anne tensed. 'Lindsey told me that you were looking for me. I'm sorry that I slept so late. I meant to get started much earlier.'

'Don't worry about it.' He said with a brief smile, setting his papers down next to her. 'We had other things to worry about this morning, anyway. Hassan still hasn't returned.'

'You're kidding! Wasn't there a full day of filming planned for today?' Lindsey asked.

'There was. Part of it would have been delayed anyway, with Louisa in the hospital, but there is still plenty of work to do.' He pulled a chair out from the table and winced, rubbing his neck with one hand. 'Is the coffee still hot? I didn't sleep at all last night.'

'The coffee is boiling.' Lindsey replied, passing her cup to him. 'Have mine. It's cooled a bit, and I've already had enough this morning.'

'Thank you.' Frederick dropped two sugar cubes into the coffee, then stirred in just enough milk to give it a rich, smooth brown color. 'How is the article coming along?'

'Slowly.' Lindsey sighed.

Anne asked about Lindsey's medical career, trying very hard not to stare at Frederick's beautiful hands as he idly dragged a spoon through his coffee.

'I couldn't bear to be apart from Michael for so long, so I've taken a leave of absence. I've been commissioned to write several articles for a medical journal. It's interesting,' She grinned, 'But I'm finding that it is very difficult to get any work done in a setting like this. I cannot stay out of the city! Have you been to Florence before, Anne?'

'No. I hope that I will get to do some sightseeing before I leave. I saw very little of the city during the drive from the airport.'

'Aren't you and Frederick going into town for a meeting this afternoon? Perhaps you will have some time afterwards.'

Frederick gave Anne a benign smile. 'What do you think?'

'I wouldn't want to interrupt your schedule.' She replied softly, glaring at Lindsey.

'I had planned to visit Louisa sometime today, but that can be done anytime. We could run over after dinner, which would give us a few hours after the meeting to explore the city.'

Anne stared at him, shocked that he was proposing that they spend almost the entire day together.

'I'm sure that Louisa would love to see you.' Frederick smiled, wondering if Anne was still upset over their small argument from the night before. 'Besides, I really haven't done much sightseeing, myself. I would enjoy an excuse to wander around...'

'Are you sure I wouldn't be interrupting your time with Louisa?'

Frederick stared at her, then grinned. So that's it. He almost laughed. Apparently Anne had not heard of his hesitation to date co-stars. 'There's nothing-'

'So there you are, Wentworth. Come on, we've got a lot to do!' Michael gave Lindsey a peck on the cheek and greeted Anne warmly before grabbing Frederick's arm.

'I'm sorry, Anne. I meant to talk business with you...' Frederick gave her a wry smile. 'I've written everything down, though. All of the information I have is in this folder. I'm sorry that we don't have time...Can you be ready to leave by twelve-thirty?'

'Of course.'

'I will meet you in the courtyard.' He said, giving her a quick smile before chasing after Michael.

'A tête-à-tête with Frederick.' Lindsey chuckled. 'And no protests. Are you certain that you're not-'

'Don't say a word.'

Lindsey gave Anne an arch smile. 'Whatever you say, Anne.'

'So we can do the outside shots of the estate today...do you think we can actually do some character work, as well?' Frederick asked, scribbling furiously on a legal pad.

'Let's call for a general run-through of two-three, since you and Louisa aren't in that one. If things go well, we could do a few preliminary shots. That way, we can get along without you for the afternoon. Hopefully, Tom will show up. If he doesn't, we will probably end up re-doing most of it later, anyway.'

Frederick nodded, frowning. 'That sounds like the best idea.' He swore softly, rubbing the back of his neck. 'I can't believe that he chose a time like this to disappear on us.'

Michael nodded. 'But at least it brings Anne back to us.' He said with a grin.

Frederick rolled his eyes. 'Don't start on that, again, Cutler.'

'I thought that you would enjoy seeing her again,' he shrugged, 'unless you really are seeing Louisa.'

'You know that Louisa and I aren't together.' Frederick grimaced. 'But don't you understand? It's been eight years.'

'So the sightseeing trip...'

'I don't know. I thought that it might help break the ice between us. After all, Anne and I are going to be working together occasionally.'

'Are you sure it's nothing but an ice-breaker?'

Frederick leaned back in his chair and sighed. 'Let's get back to work, shall we?'

'Don't feel like talking about how you are still in love with Anne?'

'You are a bastard.' Frederick rose from his chair. 'I think I'll call Ned and Dick down.'

Ned Benwick, Dick Harville, and another man that Anne had not met, were capering around the hallway like drunken fools, practicing their lines and laughing uproariously, when Anne came down the stairs. They stopped quickly, with hilarious smiles, to let Anne pass.

'Hello, Anne!' Ned said, removing his silly hat and sweeping a low bow.

'I'm glad I've read the play. Otherwise I'd be tempted to call for help.' Anne laughed. 'Let me guess: you're the clown, Dick is Sir Toby Belch, and...' Anne paused, looking at the other man.

Ned introduced him, laughing. 'Actually, you're wrong, Anne. I'm Belch, and Harville is the clown. Andre here is Sir Andrew Aguecheek'

'You're the uncle? But you're so young!'

'I look older with makeup on. Harville makes a much better clown than I would.'

Harville jokingly took exception to both of their comments, then transformed himself, once again, into the drunken clown as he took a knee in front of Anne and proceeded to sing off-tune.

'O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true-love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.*'

Anne laughed as he took her hand and planted a kiss upon it.

'What's going on in here?' Frederick asked lightly, leaning against the door post.

Anne flushed in embarrassment as she spun around to face him.

'We were practicing, Wentworth.' Ned grinned, pulling Harville back to his feet.

'Has Anne suddenly been cast?' Frederick asked with a smile, walking towards them.

'She could be our Mary. Aggie doesn't quite do it for me.' Ned said, grinning.

Anne blushed and retrieved her coat from a chair. 'Were you waiting for me?'

The meeting went fairly well. It seemed that the other driver was not going to give them as much trouble as they had supposed. All in all, it appeared that the matter could be cleared up by the end of the week.

'It looks like I won't be able to fly home for Thanksgiving, though.' Anne commented as they left the building.

'That's right, it is on Thursday, isn't it? I'm sorry. Will you miss much?'

Anne gave him an appraising look. Somehow, most of the awkwardness between them had disappeared. Perhaps it came from working together in a successful meeting. 'Thanksgiving and Christmas are the two times of year when my family actually makes an effort to get together.'

Frederick nodded, indicating a taxi that was waiting for passengers. 'Do you want to see anything in particular, or shall we just walk around?'

'Let's just walk.'

'What does your family usually do for Thanksgiving?' Frederick asked as they started down the street.

'We used to have a big feast at Kellynch...'

'I'm sorry.' Frederick said softly.

'None of this is your fault, Frederick.' Anne said with a smile before continuing. 'This year, we will probably all go to Amanda Russell's house.'

Frederick was barely able to hide his grimace at the mention of Mrs. Russell. Fortunately, Anne did not notice.

They arrived at a beautiful church just as an enormous group of wedding guests poured down the steps. Anne and Frederick paused to watch the bride and groom run down the stairs amidst a rain of flower petals.

'A blessing on your wedding! Blessings on all lovers!' The guests cheered as the couple climbed into a horse-drawn carriage.

After the carriage had passed, Anne and Frederick continued on their way with sober faces.

They managed to find several churches and statues that Anne had only seen in books. She paused by a gorgeous fountain, gazing at the fine marble workmanship with shining eyes.

'One thing I wish I could change about the States...we have nothing like this!' She sighed, leaning over to dip her hand in the fountain's spray.

Frederick leaned against a stone wall, taking in Anne's flushed cheeks and rapt smile. 'You always loved history, didn't you?'

'Yes.' Anne said, giving him the first genuinely warm smile he had seen since she had arrived in Florence.

Frederick cleared his throat and forced himself to look away. 'I've eaten at that café before.' He said, pointing to a collection of small tables set in an intimate stone courtyard. 'Are you hungry?'

Anne agreed readily, and soon they were drinking fine wine and eating the most amazing pasta Anne had ever tasted. Both were in a wonderful mood, and conversation flowed as freely as the wine.

Sitting over coffee after the table had been cleared, Frederick gazed fondly at Anne. 'Can I ask you a question?'

Anne smiled openly. 'Of course.'

'Do you have any regrets?'

Anne choked and spilled her coffee. She stood up quickly as Frederick tossed a napkin over the puddle. When she sat down again, the moment was gone. The familiar mask had once again settled over Anne's features. Frederick sighed resignedly, rising to his feet.

'Let's go to the hospital.'

*William Shakespeare. Twelfth Night. II.3.39-44.

Chapter 23

Posted on Sunday, 11 November 2001

The Ideal Man should talk to us as if we were goddesses, and treat us as if we were children. He should refuse all our serious requests, and gratify every one of our whims. He should encourage us to have caprices, and forbid us to have missions. He should always say much more than he means, and always mean much more than he says.
~ Oscar Wilde ~

The great red dome of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore glowed softly in the late afternoon sunlight. The day was unnaturally warm, and a light, golden haze covered the city of Florence. Even on the hill, the air felt heavy and stagnant. From her favorite stone bench, partially hidden from the villa by perfectly groomed hedges, Anne watched storm clouds gather on the horizon.

Three days had passed, and Thomas Hassan still had not returned. Frederick and Michael had been in close contact with the London office, which had approved continued filming. Most of the actors, however, were hesitant to work too hard, lest Hassan return and change everything. Frederick tried very hard not to let his frustration show, but Anne had often seen it brewing in his blue eyes.

Louisa had finally come home from the hospital the previous morning. She had refused a wheelchair, but her cracked ribs and sprained wrist would not tolerate crutches. Instead, she had come to rely on the men of the company to help her around the villa. At first, it had been quite a joke. Now, however, most of the women, and even some of the men, were grumbling about Louisa's role as damsel in distress. Anne found herself withdrawing from social contact with most of the company. The air of discontent was almost too electric to bear.

The sky was becoming increasingly dark in the distance, and Anne heard an occasional rumble of thunder. Over the city, however, the sun continued to shine dully on the red roofs, tiled plazas, and marketplaces. Anne ached for the release of a violent thunderstorm.

She had put a lot of work into reaching a settlement with the victim of the accident. Without Hassan's official agreement, however, nothing else could be done. While she waited for his return, Anne had volunteered to help where she could. She was fascinated by the filming process, and enjoyed her varied tasks. The only jobs she avoided were those which brought her into close contact with Frederick. She saw him every day, of course, but could not bear to talk to him. She was too embarrassed and ashamed about her reaction to his innocent question three days earlier. She thought that he must think her a fool.

The temperature began to drop, and a cool, fresh breeze finally reached the hill. Anne closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

'The rain will be next.'

Anne opened her eyes and smiled. 'Hello Ned.'

'May I join you?'

'Of course!' Anne made room on the bench. 'How long before the storm reaches us, do you think? I long for rain.'

'So do I. It should be here soon...look, it has started already.' He gestured towards the dark cloud bank, which was now slightly blurred.

'Good.' As they sat quietly, watching the storm roll over the city, Ned began to rub his shoulders.

'Have you been on Louisa duty?'

'Yes.' He gave her a wry smile. 'I usually am. I won't let Frederick do it because his neck is still bothering him.'

'That is kind of you.'

'I'll confess...I am not completely selfless in taking over.'

'You enjoy carrying her around?'

'Very much.'

Anne stared at him. 'Do you have feelings for Louisa?'

'I and almost every other bloke at Annapurna.'

'That's right...most people have paired her off with Frederick, haven't they?'

'So it seems.'

'I'm sorry.'

'It is partially my fault. Everyone was convinced that my concern for her was because of what happened to Nia. Even I thought so at first. But I just can't stay away from her. She has really gotten to me.'

'What will you do?'

Ned shrugged. 'Wait and see, I suppose. So far, it seems that Frederick has not made any advances towards her. Of course, that could be because of his rule about dating co-stars. I'm willing to wait until filming is done to see what happens.'

'Here comes the rain!' Anne cried, feeling a few drops on her nose. 'Maybe we should head inside.'

They had just passed through the hedge when it began to pour. Ned grabbed Anne's hand and they ran, laughing, through the courtyard and into the open doors of the dining room. They stood, dripping, in front of a large, open window and watched the rain pound the steaming, red tiles of the courtyard.

As she leaned on the window ledge, Anne noticed a lonely figure standing under a tree. She watched as he stepped from under the tree and threw his arms out wide, turning his face up to the sky, letting the rain course over him. Anne's heart gave a funny leap. She knew immediately who it was.

Ned saw him too. 'Is that Frederick? He's crazy! He'll get hit by lightening.' He was about to run out into the rain, but Anne caught his sleeve.

'Leave him.'

Ned stared at Anne for a moment, then relaxed. 'I suppose he can take care of himself.' He grinned. 'Still, I think it's odd.'

'There is nothing better than standing out in a rainstorm.' Anne said defensively, gazing out at the dark figure. Then, catching herself, she cleared her throat. 'I'd better go change. It has gotten a little chilly.'

Ned's expression was thoughtful as he watched her leave.

Frederick returned to the house feeling better than he had in a long time. He found a stack of fluffy towels waiting for him on a chair just inside the door. He glanced around, wondering who had left them, then began to dry himself off.

After a long, hot shower, he made his way down to the common room. Outside, the thunder, wind, and rain rattled the windows. Inside, it was peaceful and cozy. As he had expected, everyone was in a much better mood. There were several games of cribbage going on, and many people read books or talked softly. Several carafes of wine stood on a table. Frederick helped himself to a glass and settled into a chair by the window. He opened a book and began to read.

Anne was speaking with Will Elliot on the telephone when he suddenly asked her to hold. The phone clicked, and Marilyn's voice greeted Anne.

Several minutes later, Anne jogged downstairs into the common room. She looked around the room, ignoring the curious glances, until she saw the back of Frederick's head. Drawing close to his chair, she opened her mouth to speak, then noticed that he was fast asleep.

Not anxious to wake him, but knowing that she must, Anne dropped to her knees in front of him and softly whispered his name. His dark eyelashes fluttered, but he did not wake. He looked very young and peaceful, and his lips curved in a gentle smile. Anne felt a sharp pain somewhere deep inside. She bit her lip to steel her nerves, then touched his hand.

'Frederick...'

He stirred, yawned, then opened his eyes to look directly at her. Anne was struck by the intensity of his cornflower blue gaze. She rocked back on her heels, flustered.

'You need me?' Frederick asked, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

'Yes...I spoke to Marilyn. She finally heard-'

Frederick bolted upwards in his chair, staring at her. 'Hassan?' He asked in a hoarse whisper.

Several eyes turned their way. Anne stood. 'I think that we should go into the hallway. I'm not sure...'

'Of course.' He rose slowly, wincing as he rubbed his neck.

'So, what is it?' Frederick asked, once they were alone, as he reached behind her to close the door.

Anne suddenly felt that they were standing much too close. She backed up a few steps.

'Hassan called. He didn't give any specifics at all. He just said that he would be away for another week, at the very least.'

'You must be kidding.' Frederick sighed, sagging back against the wall. 'So, what are we supposed to do in the meantime?'

'She said to carry on. You know what you are doing...'

'Yes, but I'm not Hassan.' His jaw muscles clenched, and he began to pace the hallway.

'They've decided to send several people down to help out, including Will. Marilyn also said that I could stay as long as you need me. She realizes that Will and I are just attorneys without much experience in this sort of thing...but we are the highest-ranked people they could spare.'

'Thank you. You have already been a great help. I'm sure that the two of you will make things go much smoother.' Frederick sighed and rubbed his eyes.

Anne felt terrible as she watched the stress return to Frederick face. 'Are you going to be okay?'

'I will be fine.' He answered shortly.

'All right, then.' Anne frowned, stepping backwards. 'Just...let me know when and where you need me.'

Frederick met Anne's eyes and gave her a small smile. 'Thank you, Anne. I am...truly grateful for your help.'

As she turned away, Anne thanked her lucky stars that Will Elliot would be joining them. Without the distraction of his company, Anne thought that there was no way she could make it through another week in Frederick's presence without a nervous breakdown.

Will Elliot arrived the next afternoon. Anne was so relieved to see him that she feared her greeting was a little too warm. Grinning, he drew her into a warm embrace, then stood back, tucking a loose hair behind Anne's ear with a grin.

'Still as pretty as I remembered.'

Anne shook her head and led him to his room. 'The villa is pretty crowded. This is the only nice room left. You are a little far from the offices and dining room, but at least you have your own bathroom.'

'How far am I from your room?' He asked with an impertinent smile.

Anne laughed. 'No comment.'

Will opened the door and let Anne lead him into the room.

'Are things really so bad down here?' He asked, dropping a suitcase on the bed.

'They are...and they aren't. Frederick and Michael are doing a wonderful job.'

'I'm sure of it. Marilyn was quite complimentary. However, she is also terribly concerned.'

'Did she say anything more about Hassan before you left?'

Will hesitated. 'He will be gone for a while. That is all.'

'He did not tell her where he is, or what he is doing?'

'No.' Will began to unpack his things. 'Have you seen much of the city yet?'

'Frederick and I did a little exploring the other day.'

'Did you enjoy the Gallery of the Academy of Fine Arts?'

'I don't think we made it there...'

'How could you not!' Will cried, turning to face her. 'Do you have anything planned for this evening?'

'Not that I know of.'

'Then I am taking you to the gallery, and to dinner.'

Anne came downstairs in a floaty red dress, sandals, and a little black sweater. Feeling Frederick's eyes on her, she straightened her shoulders and strolled across the courtyard to where Will stood, looking out over the city. One man would always hold Anne's vote for most handsome, but Will made a very close second.

'You look gorgeous!' He cried, taking Anne's hand and forcing her to spin around for him. 'You've just changed our plans. I was going to take you on a boat ride after dinner, but this dress was made for dancing!'

'Oh no, I would much rather go on a boat.'

'We'll see.' Will grinned, his eyes twinkling.

Anne glanced over her shoulder, and caught Frederick's gaze. He quickly looked away. Anne raised an eyebrow, then smiled up at Will. 'Shall we?'

Anne was swept away by the gallery. She had forgotten that Michelangelo's David was held there, and she cried out when she saw it. Will laughed and led her to it. Anne stared at the beautiful statue for quite some time before Will claimed her hand.

'Do you see any resemblance?' He asked, grinning, as he turned her to face him.

'Well, you have a better hair cut, and I'm glad that you are not standing in front of me naked...'

Will laughed delightedly. 'I don't know whether to take that as a compliment, or as an insult.'

Anne gazed back towards the statue. 'Oh, Will, can you believe that a piece of stone could be turned into something so beautiful? I half expect him to step down from there and walk.'

'I refuse to be jealous of a statue.' Will chuckled. 'When you have finished drooling over David, there are plenty of other wonderful things to see.'

Anne turned her back to the statue. 'I'm sorry. I just can't believe I am seeing him in person.'

'I understand. I felt quite the same way when I saw Cupid and Psyche for the first time at the Louvre.'

'You are a romantic!'

'You only guessed that now?' Will asked, tucking Anne's hand into his arm. 'Let's go find dinner.'

They ate in a small café on the river. Will ordered for both of them. The food and wine were excellent, and conversation was relaxed. Anne sagged back in her chair after the table was cleared and sighed contentedly.

'Thank you. I am so glad that you came. I needed this.'

'It is entirely my pleasure.' Will smiled. 'Now, what will it be: dancing, or a cruise on the river?'

'If you don't mind terribly, I am much too relaxed to go dancing.'

'I understand. In fact, I think that I ate too much to be able to dance well.'

It turned out to be a perfect night for a cruise. They sat on the top of a boat and gazed at the beautiful city as it passed by. Anne let Will slip an arm around her shoulders, and refused to let Frederick enter her thoughts.

They were quiet during the ride back to the villa. Will and Anne parted at a fork in the hallway.

'I had a wonderful time. Thank you so much.'

Will cracked a smile. 'This was the best first night I have ever had in any city. I'm glad I got to spend it with you.'

Anne smiled and reached up to kiss him on the cheek. 'Goodnight.'

Will covered her hand on his face with his. 'Sweet dreams.' He murmured, bending down to brush his lips across hers.

Chapter 24

Posted on Friday, 16 November 2001

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.
~ D. H. Lawrence ~

The hallway was deserted, and Michael's and Frederick's footsteps echoed loudly as they made their way to a set of ornately carved double doors.

The meeting they were about to enter might possibly change the course of both of their lives. Filming had continued without Hassan for two weeks. If he was gone much longer, an official substitute needed to be appointed by Annapurna's board of directors, and named in the credits. The purpose of this meeting was to review whether Frederick and Michael, Hassan's assistants, were capable of sharing the responsibility.

Frederick was another step closer to achieving one of his life-long dreams, but his mind was not on the meeting.

'What do you think of Will Elliot?' He asked, pausing in front of the closed doors.

'Your tie is crooked.' Michael's mouth twitched. 'I don't know him well, but he seems to be working hard. Why?'

'Erm...no reason.' Frederick said, turning to fix his tie in a large mirror.

'He's been awfully friendly with Anne.'

'I hadn't noticed.' Frederick muttered, giving his tie a final tug.

Michael snickered and reached for the doorknob. 'Ready?'

A loud murmur of conversation flowed into the hallway as Michael opened the doors. The noise softened quickly as the two young men entered, and a dozen faces turned expectantly towards them.

Frederick strode to the head of the table while Michael began handing out papers. He waited until Michael had finished before speaking.

'Thank you for coming. I appreciate that you took time out of your busy schedules to join us.'

'It's not like we had a choice...' Someone muttered under their breath.

Frederick frowned. 'I know that this has been a difficult week for everyone. Thank you for your patience and assistance while we try to sort this out.' He took a deep breath. 'I would like to welcome the members of Annapurna's board of directors who have joined us this morning. In a little while, I will turn the meeting over to them. But first, I have some announcements. First, the good news: Louisa is now able to stand without assistance. She cannot walk, really, with that enormous cast on her leg, but we are going to work on at least one of her scenes tomorrow.'

'If she can't walk with the cast, how are you going to do her scenes?'

'Well...we can film her from the waist up for low-action scenes. However, she does play messenger a lot during the film. We may have to use a stand-in if the deadline looms before she is able to walk.'

'What about her wrapped wrist, and the bruises and scratches, and the padding around her ribs?'

'I'm sure we will find a way to work around them. A larger coat may hide the padding...The most important thing is to make sure Louisa is not overworked. She has been through a lot.'

From the end of the table, Louisa gave Frederick a grateful smile.

Frederick returned the smile before continuing. 'Now, as you know, Thomas Hassan has been away for two weeks. We still have no idea where he is, or when he will return. For all we know, it could be tomorrow. In the meantime, we still have a deadline. Michael and I have modified Hassan's original schedule to make up for the days we have missed.' He indicated the paper that Michael had passed around the room.

While Frederick and Michael took turns explaining the schedule and answering questions, Anne found herself staring at Frederick. She did not remember ever seeing him in a suit and tie. She had certainly never seen him so serious and business-like before. And I thought he could not possibly get any more irresistible. Anne mused with a smile, resting her chin on her hand.

Anne's reverie was broken as someone kicked her ankle. She winced and turned to glare at Will. He was grinning at her and pointing to his schedule.

Have lunch with me.

I can't. She wrote back before returning her attention to Frederick and Michael, who were now turning the meeting over to the chair of the board of directors.

Will squeezed her elbow. Anne gave him a withering glance as he tapped his paper.

Why not?

Later. We're in a meeting.

It's not important to us, though.

Anne gave him a significant look. He grinned sheepishly, and shrugged.

Sorry.

Frederick was watching the exchange when the chairman asked him a question. Caught slightly off guard, he asked the man to repeat the question.

'What sort of assistance do you have?'

'Anne and Will Elliot...' Frederick paused, drawing his brows together. Why did he say it like that? They weren't a married couple. He cleared his throat and began again. 'Anne Elliot and Will Elliot have offered to fill in where necessary.'

The questions continued for quite some time, until one of the actors whispered rather loudly that it was lunchtime. The chairman agreed, and announced that the board would meet after lunch to make its final decision.

Anne quickly gathered her papers together and rose to her feet.

'So what do you think?' Will asked, helping her. 'I have to call Marilyn, and then I am going into town with the scenery department to pick up a few paintings they are borrowing from a museum. Apparently, there are all kinds of papers to fill out there. Why don't you come along and catch a bite to eat with me?'

Anne glanced around the crowded room, then pulled Will out into the hallway. 'I'm sorry, but I can't. I am helping out on set this afternoon.'

'I'll take a rain check, then. Have a good afternoon, sweetheart.' He kissed Anne's cheek before jogging away.

Anne watched Will leave with a mixture of regret and relief. Having no chance with Frederick, why was she finding it so difficult to give herself over to Will? He was intelligent, charming, handsome, and he had a similar background and dreams. He was the first man in five years to tell her she was beautiful. And he sure could kiss. Anne sagged back against the wall, smiling as she remembered. It would take a while, but Will seemed willing to give Anne all the time she needed.

She took a deep breath, then tucked her papers more firmly under her arm, and headed towards the stairway.

'Are sticking around here this afternoon?'

Anne turned to find herself face to face with Frederick. 'Um, yes.' She said, backing up a few steps. Will, Will, Will, she repeated as a mantra as she met Frederick's stunning blue eyes.

'I was wondering if you would like to...' He trailed off.

'What?' Anne tried to sound casual as she clutched her folders to her chest.

Frederick gazed at her for a moment, then flushed and looked away. 'Ah...would you be willing to stand in for Louisa?'

He winced immediately after saying it, but his look of regret was lost on Anne, who had dropped her eyes to the floor. 'Sure. Of course I will.'

'Good. Thank you. Well, I will see you this afternoon.' Frederick finished awkwardly.

Frederick stood in the hallway, staring after Anne and mentally kicking himself, until Ned came up beside him, carrying Louisa. Louisa reached over to wrap her arms around Frederick's neck.

'There is nothing sexier than a gorgeous man like you playing the role of powerful, serious business man.'

'Yes, good job, Wentworth.' Ned said faintly. 'Would you take Louisa? I have to...I have to go.' He almost threw Louisa into Frederick's arms before running down the hallway and up the stairs to his room.

'I wonder what has gotten into him.' Louisa said resting her head on Frederick's shoulder.

'I have no idea.' Frederick said distractedly. 'Will you have lunch with me?'

'Do you even have to ask?' Louisa murmured, wrapping her arms tighter around Frederick's neck.

As expected, the board of directors had approved Michael and Frederick to co-direct until Hassan returned. After the decision, the company settled back into a regular routine. Most of the cast and crew were still dispirited, but they managed to keep their feelings from showing in their work. Michael and Frederick developed a tag-team approach to directing, which seemed to work well. The days swept by without too many mishaps.

It took a good deal of smoke and mirrors to conceal the effects of Louisa's accident. Anne was used as a stand in during a few scenes. She had mistakenly thought that it would be a simple matter to walk from the woods, across a patio, and up a set of stairs. After several hours, she was completely drained. Not only did she have to learn to walk like a man, she had to walk like Louisa had walked in scenes filmed before the accident.

Finally, the shots were finished, and Michael took over direction for a scene between Louisa and Frederick. Frederick disappeared to change into his costume while everyone else adjourned to a lavishly decorated room inside of the villa. Dick Harville took a seat on the arm of a chair and began to tune a beautiful lute.

Anne collapsed into a chair behind the cameras and opened a bottle of water. She leaned back and closed her eyes as Harville began to sing and play softly. He was not playing the drunken fool in this scene, so his voice was soft and clear. Anne felt completely relaxed, and was on the edge of sleep when Frederick reentered the room. She lazily opened her eyes as Frederick dropped into a velvet chair. His white shirt was open at the throat, and he was the picture of a handsome, idle young nobleman relaxing in his own elegant surroundings. Anne was captivated.

Louisa entered the room in Ned's arms, wearing a costume identical to Anne's. Ned placed her gently on a sofa before turning to Michael.

'Can't she sit in this scene? You can hardly expect her to stand during this entire session!'

'Servants don't sit in their master's presence. You know that, Ned.'

'But there must be something we can do about it...Can't she at least sit during the rehearsal? It won't matter as long as you are not filming.'

'I'm sure Louisa will let us know if she is tired or in pain, Ned. We don't intend to torture her, you know. She will stand behind a chair, so she can support herself.' Michael replied, gently leading Louisa to her spot.

Ned was not at all happy, and went to the other side of the room, where he could best observe Louisa.

They rehearsed and filmed the first part of the scene in remarkably short time. When they were finally done with Harville's part, he dropped into the chair next to Anne.

'What did you think?'

'Marvelous.' Anne breathed. 'You are all so wonderful. I would never have guessed that you have such a great voice!'

Dick chuckled, leaning back in his chair. 'Poor Ned. Look at him glowering over there. He is so obviously in love with Louisa that I wonder she and Frederick have not noticed it.'

Anne nodded. 'Yes, he does-'

'Keep your voices down!' Michael cried, frowning at them.

'Now he is sounding like a director.' Harville whispered, grinning. 'Anyway, I am a little disappointed in Ned. A year ago, he was mourning my sister's death, and declaring that he would never love again. And it seems that he has forgotten her, and so soon! Nia never would have.'

'She was very much in love?'

'Desperately. She loved him so greatly that she never would have forgotten him.'

'Women do love stronger than men. Our lives are more centered on relationships, while men focus on action.'

'I do not agree with tha-'

Michael silenced them with a glare, and Anne and Harville settled back to watch as the scene continued.

Duke of Illyria:
There is no woman's sides can bide the beating of so strong a passion
As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention,
Alas, their love may be call's appetite,-
No motion of the liver, but the palate,-
That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest as much: make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me
And that I bear Olivia.

'Ah,' Said Benwick, grinning at Anne. 'So you see, men have stronger appetites, and, therefore, stronger passions. Ned is an exception, but you cannot convince me that women love stronger than men do.'

'You use Orsino as your example? Why, in three acts he will renounce Olivia for Viola!' Anne snorted. 'Men may have explosive passions, but women love deeper, longer. Men do not pine for love as women do.'

'If you two don't shut up, I am going to throw you out.' Michael growled, striding over to them.

'All right, all right, we're sorry.' Dick cried, holding his hands in front of him as a shield.

Michael gave them one last glare, then turned to speak to Frederick and Louisa. They made a few corrections in their scripts, then continued with the scene.

Viola:
Aye, but I know,-

Duke of Illyria:
What dost thou know?

Viola:
Too well what love women to men may owe:
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.

Duke of Illyria:
And what's her history?

Viola:
A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i'th'bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed,
Our shows are more than will: for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love. * *

'If you insist on using this pair as an example, I will take Viola's case.' Anne said passionately. 'Men make promises and give embraces, and show all sorts of outward signs of their love. Women, on the other hand, hold love so close inside that it becomes dearer than any man's love could ever be. A woman who loves truly once can never love the same again.'

'We have men on our production crew who bawl like babies when they have to leave their loved ones behind for a year. You do not know what it is like for a married man to leave his family behind. You cannot convince me that these men do not love truly and completely!'

'Oh, I don't deny those feelings!' Anne cried, putting a hand on Dick's arm to assure him that she had meant no insult. 'In fact, I know that some men love strongly and fiercely and deeply. All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one, you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.'**

Anne suddenly realized that she had been speaking very loudly, and Michael and Louisa...and Frederick were all looking at her strangely.

Dick chuckled. 'You are obviously talking about yourself, or you would not feel so strongly about the subject. In which case, I cannot try to argue with you. Let's call a truce, shall we? I believe that Michael wants us to leave.'

'Yes, we do have to begin actually filming now.' Michael said, looking half-irritated and half-amused.

Anne took a deep, shaky breath, and rose to her feet. Louisa was laughing, but Frederick had an odd expression on his face. He stared at Anne for a moment, then retrieved his script from a nearby table and began writing in the margin.

*William Shakespeare. Twelfth Night. II. iv. 95-122.
**Jane Austen. Persuasion. 265.

Chapter 25

Posted on Wednesday, 21 November 2001

Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
~William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure~

The storm clouds had rolled in again, battering the villa with a heavy wind and stinging rain. It was not at all what Anne had expected of Florence, but Will had told her that November was the wettest month of the year in Tuscany.

After embarrassing herself in front of Frederick that afternoon, all Anne wanted was to crawl into bed with a book and block out the rest of the world. Unfortunately, Lindsey had seemed to guess her plans. She had popped into Anne's room earlier to make sure she would be present at dinner that evening. She had even gone so far as to ask Anne to dress up.

Lindsey and Michael appeared at Anne's door promptly at seven o'clock to escort her downstairs. Anne thought the ceremony a little odd, especially since both of her friends wore such mischievous smiles.

As they drew near the dining room, Anne was surprised to see a crowd gathered outside.

'They won't let us in.' Will complained.

Lindsey shrugged. 'Let me see about that.' She knocked smartly on the doors.

They flew open suddenly, spilling delicious smells and candlelight into the hallway. Everyone gaped in astonishment at the picture before them. The chandelier had been lowered and filled with real candles. Candelabras ran the length of the long table, and glowed in the windowsills. The table was spread more lavishly than anything most of them had ever seen. Maple leaves, gourds, pumpkins, and acorns filled the spaces between steaming platters.

'It looks like Thanksgiving.' Anne observed in astonishment.

'That's exactly what it is!' Lindsey said, wheeling herself into the room.

'Did you do this?' Anne asked, gazing around the room.

'Actually, it was Frederick's idea. He heard a rumor that the few Americans in the group-you, Will, Louisa, myself, and a few others-were sick that we had to miss Thanksgiving last week. But we were all so busy, and everyone was so scattered that something like this would have impossible. Now that we are back on schedule, Frederick thought we all were due for a little celebration.' Lindsey waved towards the head of the table.

Frederick wore the first genuine smile Anne had seen in a long time. He seemed quite relaxed and happy as he pointed people towards their seats.

Watching him, Anne found that she was quite breathless.

'Let's go find a seat before they are all gone.' Will said, taking her arm.

Lindsey had saved two seats for them, but not together. Will sat between Lindsey and Louisa. Anne was placed between Michael and Ned. She was across the table from Frederick, but diagonally, so she could avoid his gaze if she chose. The best speech-maker of them all, Dick Harville had been given the head of the table. He had a few words to say once everyone had found a seat.

'...Someone once told me that holiday calories don't count, so, eat, drink, and be merry. Just don't blame me if the costume mistress gives you a good talking-to on Monday morning. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Cheers!' He finished, lifting his glass.

After he had finished, a waiter wheeled an enormous turkey into the room on a cart. Immediately, three of the film's extras appeared in pilgrim costumes and proceeded to chase the waiter and his bird around the table with toy bows and arrows. They landed one of the arrows in the turkey, which was the waiter's cue to bring the bird to the table. The carving knife was first offered to Harville.

'Oh, I don't think so. I already did my part of the bargain. Wentworth can carve the bird.'

He brandished the carving knife in the air dramatically before passing it across to Frederick. Frederick shook his head, laughing boyishly, as he turned his chair so that he could slice a thick piece from the bird. After the first symbolic piece had been passed around, the waiter took over. Other waiters circled the table, refilling wineglasses. The extras broke into a riotous turkey-carving song before taking their seats.

Lindsey clinked a spoon against her glass before reading a Thanksgiving prayer. Anne's throat tightened as she recognized it as one her family read every year. She had tears in her eyes when Lindsey finished.

Frederick caught Anne's eye across the table and gave her a warm smile, passing an extra napkin across to her. Anne's heart pounded as their hands touched.

The conversation flowed as freely as the wine during dinner. Even Ned seemed to be in a wonderful mood. He had only been to one other Thanksgiving feast, which had been in a play. He beamed when Louisa told him that he should come to the Musgrove family Thanksgiving next year.

Anne spent most of the evening listening to others with a soft smile on her face. A content observer, she felt no desire to enter conversation. Glancing down the table, she was struck by the difference one hour had made. Even those who had been the most critical of Frederick and Michael seemed happy. Her eyes moved to Frederick's profile. He, too, was silently watching how the evening had affected his company. A smile danced at the corner of his mouth as he finally met Anne's eyes.

Anne felt that she had to do something to justify the fact that she had been staring at him, so she mouthed the words Good job. Afterwards, she felt it was a silly comment, but his smile was generous. Feeling the warmth building inside of her, Anne returned her attention to her food.

After the food was cleared, Michael announced that a screen had been set up in the library to preview the previous week's filming highlights and out-takes. The room cleared quickly.

Anne ran into Frederick at the door.

'Thank you. That was...wonderful.'

'You're welcome.' He replied simply, smiling.

'It was perfect. I think everyone needed something like this.' Anne continued, moving past Frederick and into the hallway.

'Time for a little more entertainment?' Will asked, slipping an arm around Anne's shoulders.

Frederick held Anne's eyes, ignoring Will. 'Before you go, I have a favor to ask...'

'I'll meet you in the library, Anne.' Will said, frowning, as he moved away.

Frederick moved to a small table next to the door and opened a drawer. 'We need you for a couple more scenes tomorrow. Will you please take a look at them and let me know what you think? It's marked at today's scene. Look past that for the scenes I mean. Anything with an active Viola in it.' He set the script on the tabletop. His hand lingered on it as he gazed at her.

'Of course...' Anne said, puzzled by the breathtaking intensity in his eyes. She was confused as to why he was so serious about a mere stand-in part.

Frederick took a deep breath. 'Yes, well...I should get in there...' He took one last glance at the script, then turned quickly and jogged towards the library.

The script fell open in Anne's hands to reveal the scene they had finished that afternoon. Besides the usual penciled-in notes, there were two brief sentences written in the margin.

I'm desperate for you.

I'm lost without you.

Her stomach clenched as she stared at them.

'You're not working, are you?' Ned asked, coming up behind her.

'Frederick asked me to take a look at it.'

He glanced over her shoulder. 'That's some motivation he has given Viola...unless it is not in reference to Viola at all.' His voice turned slightly bitter.

'What do you mean?'

'He could be talking about the girl who plays Viola...'

With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Anne nodded slowly. 'Yes, I suppose so. But why would he write them in his script, rather than just tell her?'

'I don't know...perhaps he was inspired by the scene.' Ned slipped the script from Anne's hand. 'Why don't you leave this here. You can pick it up on your way out. We all need to forget about...' He ran his fingers over the words again, '...work tonight.'

Anne agreed and followed him into the library.

Michael came downstairs just after they had left. He paused at the table and picked up the script.

'Don't know why he would work tonight of all nights, but...' He tucked the script under his arm and entered the library.

Frederick was sitting in a window well at the back of the room, watching the figures moving on the large projection screen.

'You've forgotten something, Wentworth.'

'Oh...where did you find it?' Frederick asked, glancing over to where Anne was laughing with Will.

'On a table in the hall.' Michael flipped to the dog-eared page. 'Nice thoughts. Have you shown them to Louisa?'

Frederick started. 'I hadn't thought...er...no, I haven't yet. It just came to me this afternoon.'

Michael turned the page. Frederick tried to protest, but it was too late. Michael stared at the page, filled with Frederick's flowing script, and gave a low whistle. 'Hello, what's this...?' He began to chuckle as he reached the page after the one Ned and Anne had seen.

Anne,
I can listen no longer in silence...

'Now I know why you weren't one hundred-percent there this afternoon.' He closed the script and handed it back to Frederick. 'Are you going to show this to her?'

'Actually, I...' Frederick stared at the script, puzzled. Then his eyes rested on Anne, who was laughing as Will slipped his arm around her shoulders.

'You've got to tell her. She needs to know...' Michael said in a low voice, following Frederick's gaze.

Frederick took the script from Michael. She had held it in her hands. She must have seen it. What if leaving it behind was her way of answering him? Frederick slid from the window well and tucked the script into a pocket.

'I'm going for a walk, Michael. Can you keep an eye on the projector?'

'Of course.' Michael squeezed Frederick's shoulder with a sympathetic smile. 'Don't let that smooth operator get in your way, Dickon. After all, she loved you first.'

'I'm not so sure about that anymore.' Frederick said with a tired smile. 'Goodnight.'

The hallway was dark and deserted. Frederick walked slowly, not bothering to turn on the lights. Outside, the wind had picked up again, and rain hissed against the windows. Frederick made his way to the great front doors and stepped out onto the patio.

He had only been standing there for a few minutes when a car screeched up in front of him.

Through the dripping darkness, Frederick thought he recognized the car. He knew for sure when he saw a familiar shape climb out of the car. His shoulders drooped, and he leaned back against the doorway for support. How much more could one man stand?

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