Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)
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				Title: <strong>Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 00:54:41</strong>
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				How bizarre, thought Amelia Lawson, that in an hour she would be meeting the man with whom she would spend her life.&nbsp; <em>Travis Westmoreland</em>.&nbsp; Like she had a hundred times before in the past weeks, she said his name out loud.&nbsp; "Travis Westmoreland.&nbsp; Amelia Lawson Westmoreland."&nbsp; She crinkled her nose.&nbsp; Putting her name with his sounded... odd. It would take some getting used to.&nbsp; She didn't know very much about Travis Westmoreland.&nbsp; She knew he was a couple of years older than her own twenty-two years.&nbsp; She knew that he was attending Harvard Law and was in his second year.&nbsp; His father's family had a great tradition at Harvard; in fact, her own father had met his at the school.&nbsp; Her father had, of course, attended in accordance with the traditions of his own family.<br><br>With a small sigh, Amelia considered family tradition.&nbsp; Just like her own parents, the Westmorelands seemed to be deeply embroiled in it.&nbsp; Her entire life, decisions had been made because of family tradition.&nbsp; "We can trace our ancestors to before the Mayflower, Amelia.&nbsp; It's traditional that your husband will have the same sort of pedigree."&nbsp; And then there was, "You can't go to high school.&nbsp; You'll have tutors and study from home, just like every Lawson has done for generations.&nbsp; We'll not let you be sullied by being around young people of whom we do not approve."&nbsp; <em>Interpretation:&nbsp; You can't hang out with people who aren't snooty or rich enough.</em>&nbsp; And her personal favorite, "It doesn't matter, Amelia.&nbsp; The women in our family do not marry for love.&nbsp; We will arrange your marriage to someone suitable and you will come to love him."&nbsp; And now she was going from one family who was married to tradition into another who seemed the same way.&nbsp; And it was tradition, she supposed, that nobody seemed to care that all she wanted was to live a little.&nbsp; She just wanted some <em>freedom</em>.<br><br>She wondered for the thousandth time what Travis Westmoreland would be like.&nbsp; She had seen a picture of him, so she knew he was tall and attractive.&nbsp; He had dark hair, and his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.&nbsp; She had heard he was nice... from his parents.&nbsp; Maybe a little bit of a bias there, she thought with a small smile.&nbsp; Well, she'd find out soon enough, wouldn't she?&nbsp; Her understanding was that he'd come home from Boston just yesterday for the holiday.&nbsp; And they had one week to get to know one another, because they were being married on Christmas Day.&nbsp; That one was his family tradition, not hers.&nbsp; <br><br><em>One week.</em>&nbsp; One week before her old oppressive life was traded in for her new oppressive life.&nbsp; There was no backing out; she and Travis could deplore one another on sight, and they would still be marrying.&nbsp; The wedding was going to be massive, held at the most prestigious hotel in New York City.&nbsp; She was still baffled as to how their wedding planner had managed to book the venue with only two months notice.&nbsp; The amount of money that exchanged hands there could probably feed an army for a year.&nbsp; After the reception, they would spend their first night together at the hotel, and then the next morning, they would be whisked away to their honeymoon, which was going to be a week at a private island off of the Costa Rican coast.&nbsp; The honeymoon location was her family tradition.&nbsp; She had thought it would be fun to go to Disney World.<br><br>A knock interrupted her musings.&nbsp; "Come in!" she called, turning toward the door and smiling at her older sister<br><br>"Oh, you look great," Moira said.&nbsp; "Everyone is waiting to leave."&nbsp; Her sister walked to her and picked a small piece of lint off of Amelia's shoulder.&nbsp; "Nervous?&nbsp; I know I was when I first met Garrett."<br><br>Amelia shrugged.&nbsp; "I don't know if I'm nervous or not.&nbsp; The situation just... <em>is</em>, you know?" she said, but a slight tremor in her hands belied her words.&nbsp; Turning back to the the mirror, she looked at herself with a critical eye.&nbsp; Her dress was appropriately conservative.&nbsp; The expensive coat that she would wear over it would keep out the chill.&nbsp; The Louboutins on her feet would be a little bit of a problem in the snow, but it shouldn't be too bad.&nbsp; Her long blonde hair, identical to Moira's, was pulled back into a sophisticated chignon, so at least she looked twenty-two rather than the nineteen she normally did.&nbsp; A light brushing of makeup completed the look, and as she finished by adding just a touch of mascara, Amelia turned back to her sister.&nbsp; "Okay, let's do this."&nbsp; Her family was meeting his family for dinner at her parents' country club, where they had reserved a private room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 20:54:22</strong>
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				Character name: Travis Westmoreland<br>Age : 24<br>Played by: Stormrider<br>Description : 6’2’’ Dark hair just past the ears and above the collar. Honed muscular body from his engagement in extreme sports including, Rock climbing, hella skiing, and spelunking.<br>Character Personality: Classic gentle man on the outside, the kind to take home to meet mom, but out of the office he was known as a little bit of a playboy. He has focused exclusively on his schooling and acceptance into graduate school at Harvard Law and is planning on going into law like his father. He has two years left and all hangs on his abilities to do well in school and marry right and if he does he will be in line to become partner in his father’s law firm and eventually CEO of the corporate firm.<br><br>Travis sat in the study of his parent’s vacation home in upstate New York. It was apparent that his parents and sister were more nervous about meeting his wife to be than he was. There first wedding and they made no qualms about how they wanted it to go ….and of course who they wanted him to marry. It was no surprise, he had been prepped…well I guess I should say, indoctrinated that his parents would chose his wife, them having more life experience and that love was really just something that if it came would be an added blessing. It was not as though his parents did not love each other but very much on the contrary, they were always doing nice things for each other and going through all the motions of love but at times he felt it was a bit forced. He had always been told, “You love what you serve….so serve your wife and you will love her.”<br><br>Amelia Lawson…..He held the picture that almost worn out picture of the blond lady that was to be his wife. She was undoubtedly beautiful and if he were to have picked a woman based merely on appearance she would have been tops on his list. He had spent hours looking at the picture of her thinking what her movements and gestures were like. The more he thought on her the more he wanted to meet her and actually feel her presence. The family he had been informed was of fine upbringing and highly educated. Though her education was with private tutors and his was private schools and was told he had seen much more of the ways of life and experienced the thrills of a girl friend, dates and collage dances then she had. He knew things would be slow and progressive as they got to know each other but he wanted to get things started and begin his new life.<br><br>He was dress in his brown tan tweed jacket, blue slacks and dress shoes when the family came in and said they were ready to go. The drive to the country club was about an hour and all the family could talk about was how nice the family was and more details about the wedding. By the time they pulled up in the cover car port entrance of the club Travis had heard all he wanted about flowers and colors and the extensive guest list. It was obvious that his mother and daughter were more excited about the wedding party then he ever could be thought many of their ideas did fit well with what he would like. The idea about dancing and the live music was very appealing since he had enjoyed learning dance in collage it had set him apart from the typical collage athlete. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 22:29:36</strong>
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				Amelia stepped into the country club, brushing snow off of her red coat.&nbsp; She allowed the maitre d' to take it from her, and waited while Garrett helped Moira with hers.&nbsp; They were led to the private dining area, where she noticed that elegant place cards had her sitting between her fiance and his sister.&nbsp; Well, at least the table was round, so they needn't be concerned about anyone sitting at its head.&nbsp; She ran a manicured finger over the gilded card which bore his name when she heard movement directly behind her.&nbsp; She turned, almost groaning when she saw that it was her mother.<br><br>"Amelia, you will be on your best behavior tonight."<br><br>"Yes, of course, Mama," she responded, a little annoyed.&nbsp; Did her mother think she'd do something embarrassing?&nbsp; She knew better than that.&nbsp; But she restrained herself from showing that she was irked; after all, this was a stressful situation for everyone, not just her.&nbsp; Public image was everything to blue bloods like the Westmorelands and Lawsons, and for anything to go wrong would be humiliating for both families.<br><br>A waiter came and got drink orders.&nbsp; "Chardonnay, please," she ordered with a smile.&nbsp; As her mother's attention was caught by something else, Amelia used the opportunity to escape to the far side of the room, where she went and stood with her brother-in-law.&nbsp; <br><br>Garrett smiled at her.&nbsp; "How you doing, kiddo?"&nbsp; Amelia shrugged in response.&nbsp; With a small chuckle, he said, "If he's anything like me, he's going to be a little nervous, too.&nbsp; I mean, it isn't every day that you meet the woman you're going to marry."&nbsp; His eyes tracked Moira across the room, and he gave her a fond smile.<br><br>Amelia nodded.&nbsp; Really, it was the happiness that Moira had found with Garrett that let her know that arranged marriage under these circumstances had a chance of working.&nbsp; If her sister could be happy, maybe she could be as well.&nbsp; Certainly, her parents were thrilled with the match.&nbsp; They were well-acquainted with Travis' parents, approved of the bloodlines and wealth, and saw a bright future for her.&nbsp; She scowled.&nbsp; As if those were the only things that were important!<br><br>A ruckus from the entry caught her attention, and she focused that way.&nbsp; She saw a regal-looking woman walk in, followed by a dark-haired girl her own age.&nbsp; <em>Rose Westmoreland, the younger sister.</em>&nbsp; After her, a man as distinguished-looking as her own father walked in.&nbsp; She recognized him from some legal coverage on CNN.&nbsp; And then, the man from her photograph graced the entryway.&nbsp; Her pulse quickened as she watched him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 06:13:31</strong>
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				Travis was the first to exit the limo as the chauffeur opened his door and though the driver was capable of helping his sister and mother out he took the honors upon himself extending his hand to his sister&nbsp; Rose and then to his mother Eleanor Rochester Westmorland. His father Richard joined them from the other side of the car and gave some unneeded last minute advice. <br>“Remember first impressions are lasting ones and …. well ….&nbsp; you’ll do fine,” he smiled as he spoke and placed his hand on Travis’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him. <br><br>For the last three months since being notified of his arranged marriage Travis had shown no signs of nervousness, even his friends at Harvard though they thought the whole tradition obscene commented on his easy acceptance of the arraignment. It was not until only a thin piece of glass and a few dozen yards stood between him and his bride to be that the finality of his situation sunk in. He knew that there was no backing out, not now and certainly not in a year or a decade, divorce was never an option in his family and he was assured it was not accepted in Amelie’s either.<br><br>The walk up the stairs and through the lobby to the private dining area was the longest of his young life and it was with great trepidation and anticipation he followed his family through the doorway and into the presence of his soon to be in-laws and wife. At first glance it looked like any of a dozen political engagements he had been to with his parents as they would introduce him to the movers and shakers of the political and business world. <br><br>The difference with this engagement was he was the apparent guest of honor as all the eyes turned to him upon his entrance. He surveyed the group trying to identify Ameila and seeing the elder couple standing together proud and welcoming he nodded politely and then did the same to the couple standing on the far side of the room by the window who he assumed was Garrett and his wife Moira. The closest one to him was a lovely lady but appeared a bit older than the picture he had admired. She had the same facial features and blond hair as the girl he had longed to meet for the last months so he approached her and extended his hand and said “I am Travis Westmorland and it is a pleasure and honor to finally meat you.” <br><br>It was not until after he spoke the a chuckle came from Garrett as he stepped forward smiling from ear to ear saying “Well aren’t you the ladies man going after the prettiest one of the bunch …sorry mate but she’s is taken” as he put his arm around his wife and gave her a kiss. “Yours is over there” pointing to the lady he had just left standing alone by the window. He looked at her and as the warm scarlet filled his cheeks a relief filled his heart seeing the more beautiful and younger sister across the room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 18:44:10</strong>
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				Amelia stood with Garrett as the family filed into the room, a small smile playing on her face.&nbsp; Travis looked first at her parents, then towards her, and then at her sister.&nbsp; She heard a low chuckle come from her brother-in-law as he walked towards Moira.&nbsp; Garrett excused himself, murmuring, "Excuse me, my dear.&nbsp; I see that your man's making a move on my woman."&nbsp; <br><br>Amelia decided to hang back and just wait to see what would happen, but that was apparently not her mother's plan.&nbsp; Instead, she was beckoned to her parents' side.&nbsp; She walked across the room, her stride confident but nerves fluttering in her stomach.&nbsp; She plastered a bright, welcoming smile on her face as she approached, sticking her hand out to shake hands with her future in-laws.&nbsp; "Mr. Westmoreland, Mrs. Westmoreland.&nbsp; It's a great pleasure to meet you.&nbsp; You as well, Rose."<br><br>Mr. Westmoreland turned to her, smiling.&nbsp; "Amelia, dear.&nbsp; We've looked forward to meeting you.&nbsp; Please, don't stand on such ceremony.&nbsp; We are, after all, practically family.&nbsp; I'm sure that Lois and John won't mind if you call us Eleanor and Richard, or even Mother and Father," he nodded at her parents.&nbsp; &nbsp;Although she merely smiled, on the inside, Amelia stood frozen.&nbsp; <em>Mother and Father?</em>&nbsp; This was suddenly much more real than it had seemed over the last few months.&nbsp; Just then, the waiter returned with her wine, and she turned gratefully, accepting it.&nbsp; He took drink orders from the others and disappeared through a door.&nbsp; "You must be anxious to meet Travis."&nbsp; As he turned and signaled to his son to come join them, Amelia took a sip of her wine.&nbsp; A big sip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 15:16:59</strong>
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				If all eyes had not been on him before his mistaken identity they certainly were now. Although he was relieved that his betrothed was the most beautiful one in the room he still felt a bit vulnerable have made an improper presumption. “I am so sorry Garret…and to you Moira please accept my deepest apologies.” Shaken both their hand and nodding slightly he looked away and moved towards Mr. and Mrs. Lawson<br><br>Feeling particularly out of his element and feeling the crimson had not fully left his face he did not want to meat Ameila just yet. Though no particular etiquette applied to this unusual circumstance he presumed it would be best to introduce himself to his future in-laws. As he approached the distinguished and elegant couple he smiled and there was something in their eyes that set him at ease.<br><br>“Mr. and Mrs. Lawson may I formally introduce myself to you….I am Travis Westmorland and it is absolutely wonderful to meet you both.” He extended his hand firmly shook the salt and pepper haired gentleman’s hand as he spoke. Then turning to the woman taking her hand and smiling and said “It will be a pleasure to be part of your family, but if you don’t mind I think there is an introduction here we are all waiting to see.” <br><br>Both the Lawson’s agreed as Mr. Lawson said “Well son …there she is … go and great the single Lawson and not the married ones.”<br><br>He looked across the room about ten yards away as he stood by the Lawsons and seeing Ameila standing by his parents with the living proof of a successful arranged marriage embodied in Garrett and Moira standing between them all. He took a few steps towards her and for the first time truly looked upon the person who had been chosen to be his bride. Her blond hair, ivory skin and eyes that seemed to read his soul were almost breathtaking. He stepped awkwardly towards her as more of the reality of what was transpiring revealed its self. He was about to touch for the first time the woman who was to be his wife. The finality, and excitement of the occasion mixed together to fill the air with a fabricated chemistry between the two of them that all observing hoped would yield the needed ingredients of attraction, compassion and understanding that in time would create a loving union. <br><br>In all reality his first impressions were very positive and he hoped they would be reciprocated and magnified as they grew to know each other.<br><br>Stopping a few feet away, waiting for her to make a move he paused and said “So you are Ameila ….your picture has not done you justice. It is wonderful to finally meet you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 17:02:00</strong>
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				Travis seemed a little awkward as he approached her, and Amelia thought that maybe he was flustered from having mistaken her Moira for her.&nbsp; She found that she was charmed by the very real emotion.&nbsp; She usually was able to act cool and collected, not letting herself show nervousness or displeasure; it went along with being part of her family.&nbsp; A facade for the public, and the real Amelia hidden behind a wall.&nbsp; She had expected that Travis would be smooth, also skilled at hiding his emotions, but she found that she liked the"real" aspect to him, the little hesitation in his step. <br><br>She smiled at him, murmuring, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Travis."&nbsp; Hells bells, what was the right way to greet him?&nbsp; A handshake seemed an odd way to say hello to one's fiance, but a hug or kiss would be awkward.&nbsp; So a handshake it was, she thought with a mental shrug.&nbsp; She thrust her hand toward him, taking a step forward. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 17:34:28</strong>
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				She was so confident as her hand thrust forward and he felt more awkward than he had expected as he took her hand and shook it firmly.<br>The extended hand was the icebreaker he had been looking for, even though he could not remember the last time he had shaken someone’s hand that was his same age, it was a more appropriate move then a hug, and …a kiss…well now was definitely not the right time. <br><br>They stood there holding each other’s hand with all the eyes of everyone on them. Travis released her hand and said with a bit of trepidation, “Well Amelia, what are you drinking and where can I get one, better to put that in my mouth then my foot like I did with your sister.” Something had to ease the tension and so who better them him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 19:12:56</strong>
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				Amelia smiled at Travis.&nbsp; His trepidation was obvious, and she found herself wondering if he was always such an open book.&nbsp; Granted, she hadn't been alone with guys her own age very often; her parents kept her pretty well-shielded, lest their youngest daughter be deflowered or some such nonsense.&nbsp; But the men of her acquaintance tended to be smooth, and so far, Travis wasn't.&nbsp; She wondered if perhaps it was a skill learned in law school. Surely, he couldn't go into courtrooms wearing his heart on his sleeve, his nervousness waving like a red flag.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled at him and responded, "Chardonnay.&nbsp; I'm sure Josh, the waiter, will be along in a moment to get your order."&nbsp; <br><br>Smiling, Richard said, "Excuse us.&nbsp; We'll have a word with your parents, Amelia."&nbsp; He and Eleanor walked away, leaving her facing her fiance.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, I guess we're being left to our own devices,"&nbsp; Amelia said sardonically. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 20:37:33</strong>
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				As the others in the room got to know each other a little better Travis took a deep breath and began to calm down. There was soft music playing in the background and he waited for Josh to arrive to take his order. He watched the parent’s great each other and start discussing the upcoming events with Rose making sure her input was heard and as Garrett and Moira drifted into their own conversation it was obvious they were going to allow the new couple get to be alone and get somewhat acquainted.<br><br>&nbsp;“Sorry about the mistaking you for your sister … I guess that is not the best first impression,” He said as he flashed a much more relaxed and full smile. “Not at all that Moira in not lovely but I must say I am glad you’re the one I am to marry.” He added as he took her hand and they walked to the far side of the room.&nbsp; “I really am not this nervous but then again it is not every day you meet your bride for the first time. How do you stay so calm?” he continued enjoying very much the touch of her hand in his.<br><br>Josh came a stood waiting for Travis to signal him to approach and take his order. “The chardonnay will be fine thank you.” He instructed and Josh quickly left.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 21:29:07</strong>
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				Amelia tilted her head, her expression playful.&nbsp; "Do you think I'm not nervous?&nbsp; I don't have butterflies in my stomach, I have boulders flying around in there."&nbsp; She grinned at him, adding, "Just don't tell my mom I admitted it to you."<br><br>She took another sip of her wine, then waited as the waiter returned with Travis' drink and refreshed her own.&nbsp; After thanking him, she turned her attention back to her afianced.&nbsp; "So, one week, huh?" she said.&nbsp; The very thought sent a jolt of apprehension, but, like all of her feelings, she hid it well.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 00:29:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;It was nice to see her smile and to know that she at least acknowledged that the situation was awkward was a relief as he said, “Well I’m glad it’s not just me, everyone else looks like they’re getting quite the thrill out of seeing us go through this.” <br><br>Looking at the others in the room Travis could tell they wanted to give them space to feel things out but he saw how their glances always seemed to come back to them, but why wouldn’t they? This whole event was for that express purpose. He looked at Amelia and leaned in and whispered for effect only even though no one was within earshot, “So you’re mother would not want you to feel nervous in this situation? Well your secret is safe with me. Looks like we have our first thing in common and our first secret, this has got to be a good sign.” He smiled laughing a bit as things got more relaxed.<br><br>Travis took a drink and smiled and asked, “One week … hard to imagine, I know it really won’t change much but what do you think about all this were going to be doing so soon after meeting each other?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 04:10:32</strong>
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				Amelia giggled and responded to Travis' inquiry about her mother.&nbsp; "It's not so much that she wouldn't want me to feel nervous.&nbsp; She would just expect me to contain my reaction.&nbsp; 'A Lawson moderates emotion, Amelia, so that nobody is ever uncomfortable in our presence,'" she mimicked in a very quiet tone, lest she be overheard.&nbsp; "Certainly, that can be our secret.&nbsp; She'd kill me if she knew I said that out loud."<br><br>She noticed that he still held her hand, and she found that she rather liked the contact.&nbsp; And then he spoke.&nbsp; <em>What do you think about all this were going to be doing so soon after meeting each other?</em>&nbsp; Good lord, what did he mean by that?&nbsp; Her first thought had been that he meant intimacy, and she blushed.&nbsp; But then she realized that he couldn't be talking about that.&nbsp; Maybe he just meant getting married.&nbsp; Yes, just getting married.&nbsp; Heart racing and face tinged red, she glanced his way.&nbsp; "I-I'm not quite sure what to think.&nbsp; You?"&nbsp; Her throat suddenly felt very dry, and she took another sip of her wine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 15:33:46</strong>
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				As Amelia rehearsed verbatim the doctrine taught in her home it was impossible for him to contain his laughter as he said. “You do have that down, and I must say you come across very calm even with the earthquake going on in your stomach.” It was refreshing to know she had a sense of humor with all the traditions and expectations weighing down on them both. <br><br>“Well …my father’s last words of advice were, ‘First impressions are lasting ones’ so I guess I come across as hitting on your sister. That can’t be good. ” he said then taking another drink of the wine.<br><br>Travis noticed the disconcerting look and blush Amelia expressed as he asked her thoughts on all they would be doing soon and realized what impression and hiding meaning that could be read into his comment. The thought of intimacy had not crossed his mind feeling that intimacy was something shared among very close friends and having been informed she was a virgin. It was not that Travis had not had his experiences with women but he was by no means promiscuous and respected that his fiancée had saved herself and he was certainly not going to rush something that highly valued. He was glad she tactfully passed the question back to him rather then embarrassing them both by jumping to conclusions.<br><br>They had made their way to a small table away from the other and Travis reluctantly let go of her hand and pulled a chair out for her to sit and took slid his chair next to hers rather than across the table from her. <br>Placing both hands on the table in front of her he said “as for what I think about this next week ….. well … I think this wedding is more for our parents, at least the planning, prestige and political impact it will have. I do like the idea of dancing and live music but other than that I’ve been in the dark. How much of the planning have you been involved in?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 23:12:27</strong>
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				Amelia laughed, a low, throaty sound, when Travis mentioned mistaking Moira for her.&nbsp; "We look very much alike. It was an honest mistake.&nbsp; But don't expect Garrett to let you off so easy.&nbsp; He'll tease you for ages."&nbsp; Her brother-in-law was a famed financial guru, known for his no-nonsense stance and his abrupt manner.&nbsp; But with family, he was a big teddy bear. <br><br>She followed Travis to a table and took a seat.&nbsp; "Well, I'm not surprised you've had nothing to do with the wedding planning.&nbsp; The coordinator has been handling it all with my mother."&nbsp; She shrugged delicately, adding, "I've been consulted, but I imagine that it has been more of a formality than anything else."&nbsp; <br><br>She'd been adamant only about picking out her own wedding dress.&nbsp; Past that, she had allowed her mother to make all the major decisions.&nbsp; They had decided to keep the wedding party small, with Moira and Rose standing in as Amelia's matron and maid of honor, and Garrett as a groomsman and a friend of Travis' as best man. <br><br>She glanced around and saw that everyone was surreptitiously looking at them.&nbsp; She crinkled her nose, smiling softly.&nbsp; "Do you feel like we're on display?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 02:03:32</strong>
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				Travis glanced over at Garrett and Moira, both of them looking quite happy, "You two do look a lot alike .... and they seem like a lovely couple. It's nice to see this arranged marriage idea work out." He said hoping the he and Amelia would get along as well.<br><br>He was starting to feel more at ease in this new setting and accepting of this tradition that was quickly becoming reality and not just a prophecy. Knowing that the activities and events over the next week would be tailored to bring them together as a couple he for one was feelng the wieght if the occassion.<br><br>He had always known that he would marry&nbsp; one picked by his 'much more experianced' parents but had never fully felt the impact of that decision until now. Sitting by him in a room filled with family was his companion, partner, helpmate and wife to be for all time. It was a heady feeling and yet here they sat chatting about the wedding as they try to establish common ground to build a life from.<br><br>He looked at Amelia for the first time with his own eyes and not through the ones of tradition and liked what he saw. He imagined her crinkled nose, slft smile and deep eyes giving him strength and acceptance when all other faces in the world were dark and he wanted to give her the same. A smile for the first time from the heart crept across his face as he said, "You know it does feel like a fish bowl here, how about we go for a walk."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 02:59:31</strong>
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				Amelia looked at Travis, a bit startled at his suggestion.&nbsp; After all, they were supposed to be eating dinner soon.&nbsp; And it was snowing.&nbsp; And she was wearing stilettos rather than boots.&nbsp; And a dress.&nbsp; But really, why would he think about any of that?&nbsp; He wasn't female.&nbsp; But rather than declining his suggestion, she smiled and nodded.&nbsp; "Of course."&nbsp; Standing, she looked over at her mother, nibbling the corner of her bottom lip in a childhood habit that had driven her tutors crazy.&nbsp; She contemplated approaching her mother and saying that they wanted to go for a walk.&nbsp; Well, Mama would have to deal.&nbsp; After all, it wasn't like people would eat without her and Travis at the table.&nbsp; "If you could ask the Maitre d' for my coat, I'd appreciate it, Travis."<br><br>She strode across the room, approaching where her parents stood with Travis'.&nbsp; "Excuse me for interrupting.&nbsp; Mama, may I have a moment, please?"&nbsp; She only smiled as her mother raised an eyebrow in curiosity.&nbsp; They excused themselves and once they were out of earshot, she said, "Travis and I would like to go for a brief walk outside."<br><br>"Amelia," her mother scolded quietly, "It will delay dinner."<br><br>"I know, Mama.&nbsp; I was hoping that perhaps the kitchen would serve the appetizers as hors d'oeuvres instead.&nbsp; Surely, Josh could serve them around the room rather than at the table.&nbsp; And we won't be long, I promise."&nbsp; She smiled at her mother and slipped out of the room before her mother could say anything further, and went to the front of the country club to find her fiance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 05:27:27</strong>
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				Amelia’s response to his request was quick and though she was a bit startled by it she did not question it. He had no intention on keeping her long but thought a few minutes away from the scrutinizing eyes of the family would be good. He met his fiancé at the main entrance where he helped her on with her coat and opening the door took her arm and lead her into the cold but beautiful winter evening. <br><br>It was just before dust and the sun filtering through the clouds on the horizon sparkled across the new fallen snow. The covered walkway encircled the first level of the country club and with the ornate wooden pillars supporting the wood rafters covering the deck it provided a sheltered walkway with a picturesque view of the snow covered grounds. Enormous evergreens covered in snow and leave barren aspens and maples held the white frost on their limbs making them to look as though they had been dipped in cotton candy.<br><br>Travis took her hand as they walked along the porch, the winter scenery to their left and the windows of the ballroom and dining area to their right. As he looked through the widow he saw their parents watching them more intently than they had been when they were inside and he had to chuckle at the irony. A few more steps and they would be on the back side of the building and for the first time alone.<br><br>As they rounded the corner he paused and he tried to explain his odd request “I know that this is most unusual and I assure you I will not keep you long I did however want to give you something in private.” He paused at a padded wooden bench and motioned for her to sit and as he sat by her he pulled a small box from his pocket, opened it, took her hand saying, “I know this is an arraigned marriage and we may not have much of a choice in the matter but every girl should have the opportunity to be asked to marry before they actually do it.” He then kneeled on the decking and handed her the small box containing an ornate but conservative setting with a gorgeous full carrot marquis cut diamond set around three smaller stones and asked. “Ameila Lawson it would be my honor if you would be my wife?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 17:33:59</strong>
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				Amelia stepped outside with Travis, the burst of cold making her smile.&nbsp; She knew her cheeks and nose would be embarrassingly red, but she loved the way the chill felt.&nbsp; This time, when Travis pulled her hand into his own, she wasn't surprised.&nbsp; She liked the familiarity.&nbsp; They were strangers, but the contact felt nice, like he was comfortable with her.&nbsp; <br><br>As they turned the corner to the side of the building, she glanced as her fiance.&nbsp; His dark hair was dotted with snowflakes, and her eyes twinkled as she realized that she must look the same.&nbsp; He led them to a bench and they sat, and she wondered what he was doing.&nbsp; And then her mouth opened a touch in surprise as he got on his knees... and proposed.&nbsp; <br><br>Surprisingly, tears sprung to her eyes at his words.&nbsp; She thought she wouldn't have this, that it was a moment for other girls but not her.&nbsp; She felt like Travis was giving her a gift, one so much more important than the jewel in the box he handed her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She blinked the tears away and opened the box, looking at the ring. It was, of course, exquisite.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"I think, Travis Westmoreland, that the honor is mine," she said, looking into his eyes.&nbsp; She held her left hand out, waiting for him to slip the ring onto her finger.&nbsp; "Travis," she said, her voice shaking just a touch, "May I kiss you?"&nbsp; In a bold move, she leaned toward him and brushed her lips against his.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 18:59:03</strong>
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				With knots building on knots his stomach went from a twisting turmoil as he waited for Amelia’s reaction to his orthodox proposal in an unorthodox situation to being relaxed and overwhelmed by the now pounding racing feeling in his chest. After hours of looking at her picture he had devised a plan to make this day conform to worldly traditions and not just family ones, maybe even start some unique traditions of their own, but for sure he wanted to have an amazing story of how they first met that did not solely center on their parents.&nbsp; <br><br>Having envisioned this moment for weeks and wanting so desperately to give his fiancée the opportunity to accept what she was traditionally being forced into, he had played out so many possibilities in his mind that he almost gave up on the idea. With all the time he had to visualize her response never did he hope to see the emotion and joy shown now in her face. Her pursed lips as they sat followed by an expression of awe as he knelt in the snow and proposed was more than he could have hoped for. <br><br>Yet now as the tears of joy welled up in her eyes and the her sweet acceptance as he held her hand and placed the ring on her finger it was as if all the visions of this moment melted into one throwing out all the awkward and keeping only the wholesome, precious, and loving ones he would remember as the most special moment of his life.<br>In the midst of all the romance and the picturesque setting he could not have dreamed of more. Little did he know that the day versioned in his mind and now embedded as his best yet was going to get even better as Amelia asked her own question and then without waiting for an answer leaned forward and kissed him gently and sweetly allowing their lips to brush as he held her hand kneeling beside her. His hand gently moved to the back of her neck and he held her their another few seconds as their lips touched in the nippy air with the cold flakes of snow melting on both of their blushing cheeks. <br><br>After a few moments sitting by her looking out over the white blanket covered landscape, breathing in the feelings of the occasion he created a mental picture replacing the childhood one he had mentally visited in times of trouble to finding calm and strength in his own private oasis. Now his mental respite would be this spot with this lovely woman who he was quickly becoming attached to and much quicker than he had imagined. <br>Still holding her hand he smiled and said, “I think they are going to be wondering if we eloped, maybe we should go back in?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 00:42:13</strong>
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				Amelia's first kiss had been when she was sixteen.&nbsp; Martin Smith, a friend of the family, had snuck up on her at her parents' annual Fourth of July party in the Hamptons.&nbsp; Her reaction had been to smack him away and rail on him for taking liberties with her person.&nbsp; Later, she'd regretted her hastiness; after all, her parents kept her on such a short leash that such opportunities were a rarity.&nbsp; Such a rarity that this was only her second kiss, in fact.&nbsp; So when Travis brought his hand to her neck to hold her, she melted into his lingering kiss.<br><br>When he broke the embrace, she blushed prettily at him, a small smile playing on her lips.&nbsp; "Yes," she responded in an breathy voice, "We should go back before Mama sends Garrett out to find us."&nbsp; Her hand grasped in his, she stood and let him lead her back indoors.&nbsp; <br><br>At the entry, the maitre d' took her coat again, smiling warmly at her.&nbsp; "If I may be so bold, Miss Lawson," he said, "I understand that you are here to celebrate your upcoming nuptials.&nbsp; Congratulations."&nbsp; He nodded to Travis, adding, "And to you, sir."&nbsp; The accepted his well-wishes graciously and made their way back into the private dining room, where, of course, all eyes were on them as soon as they walked in.&nbsp; Curiosity was evident in the faces as they met tentative smiles.<br><br>"Oh, good, you're back," said Lois, Amelia's mother.&nbsp; "Come, let's sit for dinner."<br><br>As the two families, so soon to be joined, took their seats, Rose noticed the ring adorning Amelia's finger and gasped softly.&nbsp; Her smile became quite large, and she giggled, teasing Travis, "My, my, big brother.&nbsp; That's very sneaky of you.&nbsp; I daresay that mother and father did not even suspect.&nbsp; And I had no idea you had it in you."&nbsp; Her words drew the attention of the others at the table, and soon, Amelia had her hand in the middle of the table as the women "oohed" and "aahed" over the engagement ring.<br><br>Garrett looked at Travis from across the table.&nbsp; With a wink, he raised his scotch in a silent toast, mouthing the words "well done" just as his wife turned to him with a teasing little pout.&nbsp; "Garrett," Moira said, "You didn't do anything like that for me before we got married.&nbsp; You owe me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 01:30:11</strong>
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				It was not as if this was Travis’s first kiss but it was certainly the most memorable and as he looked at Amelia as she dried the last of her tears he knew it was to be the most cherished. <br>“You have no idea how hard it has been to keep this a secret … I really am not good at keeping surprises as you can tell. This was not to happen until later tonight or maybe tomorrow but … I just could not wait.”<br><br>The walk back into the country club was much more relaxed and pleasant now that he had actually accomplished what he had been dreaming about for almost a month and as the maitre d congratulated him he began to truly feel grateful to have Amelia by his side. The feel of her hand in his gave him a warm acceptance that he had done well and he could not help but to give her little squeezes every now and them for no particular reason. <br><br>As they walked into the dining area Travis saw he had kept them waiting he apologized, “Sorry about the delay … I guess I just need a little bit of alone time … hope you don’t mind.” It was just after that Rose noticed the ring and then he had the approval of all the women in the room and the envy of the men. It really was much more then he had hoped for, and though he was not out to score any family points he could see that at least Lois and Moira thought his actions and thoughtfulness beyond romantic.<br><br>It was Garrett that took the biggest chiding and even though it was in jest he could tell the two sisters were comparing and Amelia could not have been happier. In time all was back to normal and his father came over, patting him on the back and said, “How did you swing that son? Nice job.”<br><br>Travis felt the knots in his stomach be replaced with hunger and seeing the hors d’oeuvres on the table turned to Amelia and offered, “Would you like something to eat … I am kind of starved.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 22:08:52</strong>
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				As everyone settled in at the elegant table for dinner, Amelia smiled at Travis.&nbsp; She couldn't help but look at her finger, the diamonds sparkling as the low light reflected off of them.&nbsp; The waiter came in and served dinner in four courses, each one cooked to refined perfection.&nbsp; The mood in the room was celebratory, both families happy to be joining. And it was, indeed, a beneficial match.&nbsp; Both the Westmorelands and the Lawsons would do well to be tied to one another.&nbsp; <br><br>As she ate her dinner, Amelia stole surreptitious glances at her fiance, blushing prettily when he caught her looking.&nbsp; She looked at the others; her parents were absolutely glowing, and she knew that they approved on Travis now that they had met him. They were happy, although not boisterous or jovial; old money was good at tamping down emotion. <br><br>Across the table, Moira and Garrett sat and enjoyed their meal as well, talking to Rose.&nbsp; Clearly, the family was getting along, at least initially, and Amelia was relieved.&nbsp; Of course, she had not really expected drama; her parents were much too refined for that, and clearly, Travis' family was the same.&nbsp; Which also made sense; after all their fathers already knew one another, and would not have chosen each other if they had felt the families would not suit. <br><br>Now that she had met Travis, she wanted to know him better, find out what made him tick.&nbsp; What was important to him?&nbsp; She knew so little, mainly just that he was in his second year at Harvard Law and would be joining his father's firm upon graduation.&nbsp; She knew already that her lot in life was to be his trophy wife, no more than a Stepford.&nbsp; But she glanced again at Moira, and hoped that she'd be a bit more to Travis, like her sister was to Garrett. <br><br>Before dessert was served, Josh poured expensive champagne into flutes.&nbsp; Amelia's father stood, holding up his glass.&nbsp; "A toast to the joining of two great families.&nbsp; May you, Amelia, and you, Travis, uphold the traditions of generations past."&nbsp; With a small smile, Amelia lifted her glass and looked at her fiance, her eyes twinkling with merriment as she wondered if a similar toast in a different family would have included wishes of happiness for the bride and groom. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 01:43:27</strong>
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				The dinner was perfect but as Travis had seen the country club and the more he got to know Amelia and her family he really expected nothing different. Each dish complemented the last was served with the upmost etiquette and grace. He was thankful for the many family dinners and public events that required proper etiquette so that on this occasion there was nothing awkward about the meal or environment. The best part about the meal, and he was sure there was no real proper etiquette for it, was the glances and looks that were shot flirtatiously back and forth between him and his lovely fiancée.<br><br>He could see that his father and John had known each other for a long time and seemed to be good friends as they spoke of past times and future prospects. Everything was very refined as the two families, both of which were very accustomed to the business and political social gathering, renewed old acquaintances and made new friends. This was becoming a great union between two very influential families.<br><br>As he looked at the interactions between all in the room he realized that the most important relationship of the evening was the one between him and the lady that sat across from him. He wondered why they sat them apposing one another but figured it was so they could see each other and better carry on a conversation. Now as he looked at her he really wanted to have some more one on one time together but he knew it was coming with the other activities that the Lawson’s must have planned for the week.<br><br>As the first toast of the evening was made Travis listened and raised his hand in compliance to the sentiment and than after taking a sip if his drink looked at Amelia across the table and smiled as he shot her a little wink and reached his foot out in hopes to touch hers. He knew it childish but for some reason they seemed so far apart right now and felt the urge to narrow the gap.<br><br>As they were still drinking Travis’s father stood tapping his glass “May I add a wish for both of you, May the act of romance, that Travis has shown tonight in that sneaky little getaway that made all us men feel just a bit slighted and our women swoon, grow between you both to create a marriage of hearts as well as families.” At the toasts Travis stood in agreement “here here … thank you” a smile again shot across to the young bride to be.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 19:17:13</strong>
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				A tiny little smile played on Amelia's lips when she felt Travis' foot nudge hers under the table, and the looked at him with merriment making her eyes sparkle.&nbsp; As his father began to speak, she turned her attention to him, her smile broadening at his words.&nbsp; Really, the family was very nice.&nbsp; It seemed as if her parents had chosen well for her, at least from first impression.&nbsp; She raised her flute, taking a sip of the crisp champagne once again and then watched as Josh brought in dessert.&nbsp; She had made the decision herself on what they would be having, choosing the country club's signature dessert, the creme brulee, served with a raspberry <em>coulis</em>.&nbsp; Steaming cups of <em>cafe au lait</em> were placed at the table as well.<br><br>Chatter continued around the table as everyone finished the last of their meals, but Amelia was uncharacteristically quiet. Over sips of coffee, she stole glances at Travis, wondering if they would see each other again before the wedding.&nbsp; So far, he had proven to be sweet and caring with her, but she knew he didn't need to be.&nbsp; The wedding was set in stone, and it was in only a week.&nbsp; The thought made nerves flutter in her stomach again.&nbsp; She assumed that since his time at home was limited, he would want to visit with his friends who were in New York for the holidays as well, but she thought she'd like to see him again before the wedding.&nbsp; Maybe they could go out or something, just the two of them.&nbsp; Yes, she resolved, she would ask him before they parted ways tonight.&nbsp; And maybe exchange phone numbers, too.&nbsp; Before this meeting, they had not had contact with one another, but surely now, Mama would not object if they sent text messages or talked a little.<br><br>After dinner was over, the party broke up.&nbsp; Both families stood as the club staff retrieved their coats.&nbsp; She was about to approach Travis again when, instead, Rose came to her.&nbsp; "Amelia, I'm looking forward to knowing you better," said the other woman, only a little younger than Amelia.<br><br>She smiled, nodding.&nbsp; "I'm looking forward to it as well.&nbsp; Do you live in Boston, too, like Travis?"<br><br>Rose shook her head.&nbsp; "No, I live here, in the city.&nbsp; I go to NYU.&nbsp; But I visit Travis frequently, so I imagine you'll be seeing me quite a bit.&nbsp; Oh, it looks like my brother is walking over here.&nbsp; I'll leave you two alone."&nbsp; Amelia watched her walk away and turned to find her fiance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 20:07:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;Travis listened to the conversations and continued to send the unspoken messages to Amelia as the dinner moved to deserts and coffee. He observed the mannerism of his future family noticing that they were a bit more reserved than his but with both families seeped in protocol, etiquette and tradition he assumed they would have much to learn about the various expectations each family would hold them to. <br><br>As the last of the dishes were removed and the conversations about the pending nuptials were discussed, mostly by the women with very little input from him wound to a close he wondered what the next step was. He had planned on spending a week of activities with the families though he had never been informed of such. Now as he thought about it he realized that each of the people in the room had their own lives to go back to, that is other than Rose who had just finished her finals at NYU. Here this whole evening he had been expecting some kind of agenda to be pulled out with the activities for the week. He looked at his mother and seeing her not overly occupied with the conversation pulled her aside. “Mother … I am a bit at a loss here … I don’t know anything about Amelia and feel like I only have a week to catch up on months of courtship. What should I do?” <br><br>She just smiled like she did when she was thinking how cute but naive he was and giving him a big hug smiled and said, “Honey there is no way you’re going to find out all you want and need to know in one week, so much is going to happen after your married, But you are free to spend what time you can with her just realize she will be doing so much to get ready for the wedding that your time might be limited.”<br><br>This was so unfair he though as he smiled at her and scanned the room for Amelia. Seeing her across the room her coat in hand a sick almost panic feeling rushed through him. He wished he was talking to her now taking every opportunity possible to get to know her. He did not even have her number nor had they talked about another meeting. He made his way to her pushing down the feelings brought about by his mother’s revelation. He saw Rose move away from his fiancée as he approached and smiled knowing that they would have a few minutes alone.<br>&nbsp;“Well what an evening … glad we took our little walk, it is like that was about the only time we had alone.”<br>&nbsp;He took his coat from the attendant and laid it across his arm not at all ready for the end of this evening but sure that his reluctance to wear his coat would not delay the inevitable end to a remarkable evening.<br><br>“I was hoping we could get together … to tell you the truth I have no solid plans for this week … that is of course except those on this.” He took the worn envelope containing the tri fold parchment from his coat pocket decorated with his small doodles and swirls as well as the name of Amelia Westmoreland written repeatedly in the most elegant pencil lettering indicating hours of contemplation and wonder about this entire wedding announcement symbolized. “Do you think you could find some time to get to know each other, tomorrow … Sunday if you have time?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 17:03:49</strong>
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				Amelia was curiously nervous when Travis approached her.&nbsp; She didn't show the emotion on her face, however, instead training her face into a warm smile.&nbsp; "It was a lovely evening, wasn't it?" she agreed, tilting her head.&nbsp; "Our families got along.&nbsp; And we did, too."&nbsp; She blushed prettily as she thought about the time they'd had alone outside, and the kiss they had shared.&nbsp; She looked at the embossed wedding invitation he took from his pocket and smiled.&nbsp; "I have the same plans for this week," she teased playfully.&nbsp; "Perhaps we'll see one another there."<br><br>He asked her to spend time with him the next day, and her smile broadened.&nbsp; "I would love to.&nbsp; I'm pretty sure Mama won't insist on a chaperone.&nbsp; I do think that she's realizing, slowly, which century we are in.&nbsp; I'll be going to church with my parents in the morning, and then we have lunch planned, but I'm free after that."&nbsp; It would be the last time she went to her family's church as a single woman, and she didn't think she'd get away with missing the somewhat momentous occasion.&nbsp; Pulling out her cell phone, she quickly programmed Travis' number into it and gave him her phone number as well.&nbsp; "Perhaps you could pick me up?&nbsp; What would you like to do?"&nbsp; She wanted to make sure she dressed appropriately.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 21:41:42</strong>
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				After typing Amelia’s number in he hit call to make sure he had it right … her phone rang and he hung up, “looks like I have it right … now I just have to think what ring tone I should attach to it and maybe when you’re ready you’ll allow my to put a picture with it as well.” He never really thought about them being connected to anyone like this before … it was an odd feeling but really didn’t matter it was happening so he might as well get used to it.<br><br>Thinking about what they might do so many things came to mind and as the options bounced through his mind he wanted to do them all and there was so little time. Taking a deep breath he realized this was going to be their first date … the start of their life together not the end … they had all the time they needed to get to know each other with no need to rush. He decided on a romantic stroll in the park.<br><br>&nbsp;It had been a while since he had been in the city but he always enjoyed the trees in the winter. The way the snow and fog froze on the bare limbs and how clean everything coated in white appeared. It was as if all the dirt and grime from the cars and people was painted over as a new coat of snow lay hiding everything manmade and enhancing all of nature. “I was thinking we might be able to walk through Central Park and maybe have dinner. Is there a place in particular you would like to eat?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 22:28:39</strong>
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				As Travis tested her phone number, making her cell ring, Amelia smirked. Their courtship, if one could call it that, was certainly a step removed from that of her parents.&nbsp; She could sense that her ringing phone drew stares, but she ignored the others as she answered her fiance's question.&nbsp; "Well, if we're going to be in Central Park anyway, we may as well go to Tavern on the Green.&nbsp; I love their seafood risotto."&nbsp; She doubted he'd have trouble getting a reservation; he was, after all, a Westmoreland. <br><br>She smiled the thought of walking through the park with him through the snow.&nbsp; She loved the weather they were having, and it made her happy to be out in it.&nbsp; She glanced at Travis, wondering if he liked to ice skate; skating before dinner would be fun.&nbsp; He certainly looked athletic. <br><br>Amelia heard the sharp clipping footsteps of her mother's heels, and turned, a look of chagrin lining her features.&nbsp; She'd been so involved in setting up the date that she had ignored the fact that the others were ready to leave. Smiling apologetically at both her mother and Travis, she leaned in and kissed her fiance's cheek. "Looks like it's time to go," she said to him and then turned to her mother.&nbsp; "Mama, what wonderful timing you have!&nbsp; Travis and I just made plans to go out tomorrow, and were saying our goodbyes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 07:33:43</strong>
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				The Westmorelands were ready coat in hand as Travis took Amelia’s coat she held over her arm and helped her on with it. “Well why don’t I pick you up at say…four o’clock … I think dinner at the Tavern would be perfect.” He shook the hands of Mr. and Mrs. Lawson thanking them for the great evening and then turning to Garrett and Miora “Sorry for the mistake you two.”&nbsp; He then gave Amelia a hug and whisper “Nice family … we’ll see you tomorrow.<br><br>Rose contained her excitement until the car door closed and then could not stop talking. On and on she went about all the specifics of the wedding and how sweet Miora and Amelia were. Mother had her share to say as well and as the two of them went on Travis and father just listened. They knew when they should just sit back and let the dust settle.<br><br>Rose over excited about Travis’s proposal smiled “Oh my Travis you did so well … Amelia was so excited and you should have heard Miora talk about the ring and how Amelia described your walk. You could tell …” Father broke in … ok Rose that’s enough … we all know he did well.” <br><br>Mother chimed in, “Yes dear that was a sweet touch … I did not know you were sush the romantic.”<br><br>Sitting in the back seat the conversation drifted back to the wedding and the wedding rehearsal that would be held on Thursday the twenty-third. They talk incessantly about all the things to do all during the week of Christmas and the changes to some of the details. Breaking in on the excitement Trevor said “Well looks like tomorrow will be our first date … we’re going to central park and having dinner at Tavern on the Green. I shouldn’t have any problem getting in will I dad?”&nbsp; <br><br>“No son I will gave Alexandra a call and everything will be taken care of” he answered.<br><br>Just as they pulled into the estate Trevor sent a text …”sweet dreams xo”<br><br>The next day drug on with church and renewing acquaintances with all the local friends and visits to his grandmother who wanted to know everything and was sincerely interested, She always made him feel like he was the only thing on her mind and he really did love spending time with her He could not wait for her to meet Amelia. By Three o’clock he was on the way and sent another text … on my way … do you ice skate? :-) <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 21:43:10</strong>
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				The Lawson estate was not far from the country club. In the car, Amelia sat and stared out the window, a tiny smile playing on her face.&nbsp; She liked Travis, more than she had realized that she would. He was really nice. Not at all like she would imagine the cutthroat lawyer type to be.&nbsp; She still wasn't sure how someone like him would fare in the legal field. He seemed too vulnerable. <br><br>Her sister, who was seated next to her, said, "You're very quiet, Ames."&nbsp; She whispered the words so she wouldn't draw attention.&nbsp; Amelia turned from the window and looked at her sister, smiling at Moira's use of her childhood nickname.&nbsp; "Did you like him?" her sister asked. <br><br>"Yes," Amelia whispered.&nbsp; "A lot."<br><br>When they got home, Amelia told her family she was tired and went to bed. As she was brushing her teeth, her phone buzzed and she glanced at it.&nbsp; <em>Travis.</em>&nbsp; Smiling, she texted him back wishing him a good night, and went to sleep. <br><br>The morning was a flurry of activity.&nbsp; Moira and Garrett had spent the night, since they would be attending the Lawsons' church rather than the one they usually attended, as it was Amelia's last time attending as a member.&nbsp; She would, of course, attend chapel in Boston when there, and go to Travis' family's church when they were in New York, from now on. <br><br>After they got home, she spend a couple of hours with her sister.&nbsp; Moira and Garrett would be going home while Amelia was on her date.&nbsp; She was getting dressed when she got the second text from him. With a bright smile on her face, she texted back. <em>I love to ice skate!</em>&nbsp; How had he found out?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 00:56:02</strong>
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				After he texted Amelia that he was on his way he called Hi best man who had flown in that morning. Bryce Davis had been his best friend growing up and though the last two years they had not seen each other much he would be his best man. He had been studying at WestPoint on a military scholarship and was coming back for the wedding and Christmas. They chatted a bit and Bryce informed him of the planes him and some of his friends had for Wednesday evening and he better not miss it. He assured him he would be there and told him about the Thursday evening obligations for the wedding and the times of everything for the Christmas day wedding. It was good to talk with him. “I’ll be there for sure … don’t worry” he said just before he hung up.<br><br><br>It was just before four o’clock as Travis pulled through the main gate and drove along the private parkway lined with snow covered trees on either side and the white covered lawn. Wearing nice Jeans, leather boots and a brown wool three button pullover sweater he left his overcoat in his hunter green BMW as he went to the door. He rang the door and was greeted by name and told Miss. Amelia would be with him shortly and ushered into the foyer.<br><br><br>He looked at the art work and decorations as he waited not knowing for sure if she would be coming from one of the doorways or down the stairway. He had made arrangements for a mid evening dinner but was told that the timing for the meal could be modified considering the occasion so he thought he would play that by ear seeing how the skating and walk in the park went.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 16:12:38</strong>
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				Amelia looked at herself in the mirror.&nbsp; She had worn only a little makeup, choosing just a dab of tinted lip gloss and a little mascara.&nbsp; It was snowy again, so she had dressed warmly. She had on leather pants lined with wool, and a red cashmere sweater.&nbsp; Over it, she wore a belted leather coat.&nbsp; Black boots and a set of gloves, scarf, and hat completed the look.&nbsp; It was perfect for a walk and for ice skating.&nbsp; <br><br>She heard the doorbell ring and made her way down the stairs. When she spotted Travis in the foyer, her heart raced.&nbsp; He was as handsome today as he had been the night before, and she smiled widely at him.&nbsp; Her voice was husky as she said, "Hi, there."<br><br>Her father joined them then, shaking hands with Travis. "Son, it's good to see you.&nbsp; You kids have fun."&nbsp; He kissed Amelia awkwardly on the cheek and left them alone.&nbsp; It was odd, Amelia thought, that her first date was with a man she was marrying in six days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 02:35:25</strong>
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				“Nice to see you again, sir … is there any …” he paused, there was no way he was going to ask what time he should bring his Fiancée home … he&nbsp; laughed off his thought and said “I had a nice time yesterday” and then turned to Amelia “well shall we go?” There was no way he was going to ask what time he should bring his Fiancée home<br>As they left the house Travis felt a bit relieved, He was glad to be alone with Amelia and excited for their date … she looked very … well perfect. He looked at the house and thought about everything that he had seen during the last day and it was all just … perfect. He wondered if it was always this way and hoped that maybe today he would see a bit of the protective façade come down a bit. He could not imagine they were like this all the time but then again he had just met them all once.<br><br>“You do look great … hope you’re ready for a fun time Amelia. I left our dinner arrangements open so we can go in any time since I was not sure when you last ate. I was thinking a walk … maybe a buggy ride and some skating and we can fit dinner in anytime.”<br><br>As they drove the wind driven small flakes of snow lightened and turned into giant flakes and there was almost no wind at all. By the time they got to the park and parked by the tavern on the Green the flakes were drifting slowly down and were about the size of a quarter. He opend the door and they walked into the park with the fluttering snow and the late afternoon sky beginning to darken. It was wonderful and he took her hand smiling …”this is great “ brushing the flakes off her shoulder and leaned in and gave her a hug and quick kiss. “so tell me … what are some of your favorites … favorites of anything?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 19:35:59</strong>
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				Amelia smiled at Travis, her cheeks rosy from the cold.&nbsp; His embrace had taken her by surprise, but she liked being in his arms.&nbsp; "My favorites?&nbsp; Well, I like raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens," she teased.&nbsp; <em>The Sound of Music</em> was one of her favorite movies, but she didn't know if he would understand the reference.&nbsp; The walked into the park a little.&nbsp; "Seriously, though.&nbsp; My favorites.&nbsp; Well, I like some older music.&nbsp; Natalie Merchant is my favorite.&nbsp; She has an amazing voice.&nbsp; Don't tell my parents, they would be horrified.&nbsp; But I like some hip hop and rap, too.&nbsp; Classical music, of course, is what I grew up listening to.&nbsp; I play, but I don't enjoy it.&nbsp; Piano," she clarified, although she knew it did not really need to be said.&nbsp; "I used to abhor the lessons.&nbsp; Madame Keys had an unfortunate name and personality for a piano teacher."&nbsp; She crinkled her nose in distaste, laughing lightly.<br><br>"I'm a sucker for Italian food.&nbsp; I like to run.&nbsp; I think my Wii is fun.&nbsp; My favorite vacation was to Vatican City."&nbsp; She smiled, a little self conscious talking about herself.&nbsp; Spotting a stand, she added, "And my favorite drink is hot chocolate.&nbsp; I don't suppose I could talk you into getting me some?"&nbsp; She led him to the short line.&nbsp; "Tell me your favorites, Travis."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 01:56:52</strong>
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				As the stood in line at the little vendors stand serving hot drinks and roasted chestnuts he listened to her favorites and then tried to think of his own. He caught on to the reference to his mothers favorite movie and added “Well I am a sucker for bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens … but really I love the snow, almost all music, from Maroon Five and Nickleback to Joe Banamassa who I think is the best blues guitarist ever by the way. I have sung in a quartet and double quartet but that was a couple of years ago and that is the extent of my music prowess.”<br><br>The line moved a bit but they still had a few people as he continued “I love to Rock climbing and skiing my favorite vacation would have to be hella skiing in Canada though the Alps are incredible. Favorite city would have to be Venice Italy though the most amazing park I have ever seen is in Kassel Germany, and Italian would have to be my favorite food as well.”<br><br>He felt like he had rattled off a prepared speech though he had thought about the questions he would ask and his responses. He got each of them a hot chocolate. “I know that might have sounded a bit rehearsed … maybe it was since I have been thinking about our first date for a long time. Tell me … any old boyfriends I am going to have to be on the lookout for?” He laughed a bit as he asked though there was enough sincerity in his voice to warrant a solid answer. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 02:32:24</strong>
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				Amelia listened to Travis, smiling as he furthered her <em>Sound of Music</em> reference.&nbsp; How sweet that he knew the movie.&nbsp; As he went through his favorites, she interrupted here and there to comment.&nbsp; "I've never been rock climbing," she told him at one point, and "Well, if we both love Italian, that's convenient," she said when he spoke of his favorite food.<br><br>When he mentioned old boyfriends, she crinkled her nose.&nbsp; "No, no old boyfriends."&nbsp; She took a sip of her hot chocolate before continuing, "It's a family tradition for marriages to be arranged, as you know.&nbsp; So daughters in my family are protected.&nbsp; So our virtue goes to our husband intact."&nbsp; She chuckled, a low, throaty sound.&nbsp; "So," she confessed, "This is my first date.&nbsp; And when you proposed was my first kiss."&nbsp; She wondered how he would feel about that.&nbsp; Surely, he had experience already; he seemed much too virile not to.&nbsp; He was sweet, but very masculine and athletic at the same time.&nbsp; Laughing, she said, "I won't ask about your ex-girlfriends, don't worry."&nbsp; <br><br>She turned a little serious then, stopping walking to look at him.&nbsp; "I suppose we should talk about expectations a little.&nbsp; I don't imagine that I'll be a very demanding wife," she told him, "But I will expect that you have loyalty to me.&nbsp; So if there are girlfriends, I would prefer that they become exes by the time we are married on Saturday.&nbsp; I trust I won't be going to Boston only to be met by any nasty surprises?"&nbsp; She was, after all, her mother's daughter.&nbsp; Public image was important to the Lawsons and to the Westmorelands, and she expected that Travis would treat the sanctity of their marriage with respect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 03:21:28</strong>
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				“So you have never been rock climbing … well have to do that some time.” He really enjoyed about anything that was out doors and exciting. “So are you very athletic?” he asked.<br><br>Travis thought the whole thing about her never kissing a boy quit endearing but having never been on a date … well that seemed a bit unusual. “Well if this is your first date then we have to make it memorable.” He took her hand and led her along the walkway towards the boat house and pond. <br>He could hear a bit of attitude in her tone and the thought that he would be unfaithful rubbed him wrong. “You know Amelia, I have had a girlfriend or two but I have been ending all that since I got the announcement of our marriage.” He thought about Brenda who was his last girlfriend and she did get a bit clingy and tried to ‘persuade him to not go through with the engaged meant but her withstood her temptations and felt he had sent her a strong message that nothing intimate was going to happen.<br>&nbsp;“I hope I haven’t done anything to let you think I would be unfaithful, and I am not too sure what you mean by expectations.” <br><br>He tried to keep an upbeat attitude but inside he knew they were going to have to have some more serious talks and he was starting to realize that this week might not be filled with the typical romantic outings he had been used to with his other dates.&nbsp; “I am not expecting anything except to get to know you and set the ground work to make this all work. I hope that is good enough for right now.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 03:36:53</strong>
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				"No, of course you haven't done anything to lead me to believe that you'd be unfaithful, Travis," Amelia said, her mouth curved into a little frown.&nbsp; "But let's face it.&nbsp; We don't know anything about each other yet.&nbsp; I would just rather have it out in the open that I won't like it if you decide that a little fun on the side is okay."&nbsp; They were going to be married in only a few days.&nbsp; A week from now, they would be on their way to their honeymoon, for God's sake.&nbsp; They needed to be open with each other, in her opinion.<br><br>Hand in hand, they walked toward the skating rink.&nbsp; Central Park was beautiful this time of year, and Amelia realized, suddenly wistful, that she would miss it.&nbsp; Families skated on the ice, parents holding hands with children.&nbsp; Her own family had done this a time or two, but not often.&nbsp; Her father was often too busy to spend time with his daughters, although they never felt neglected by him.&nbsp; Their <em>au pair</em> brought her and Moira here at least once a year, however.&nbsp; Looking around, she could see couples like her and Travis, too, and children with girls in their twenties who could only be nannies.<br><br>"It's very romantic, isn't it?" she asked, an excited smile on her face.&nbsp; "I'm probably not as athletic as you are, but I do like sports.&nbsp; I play tennis and I run.&nbsp; I skate, and I took ballet as a child."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 04:23:38</strong>
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				“You’re right of course … we do need to get our worries and opinions out in the open. Is there anything else on your mind?” he asked as they moved over and lined up to get their skates. He wondered if her parents had a little bit of extra marital excitement over the years and she saw what damage that would or did do. He did not think his father did but then again they had never talked about it.<br><br>The air was crisp and the snowflakes falling added to the romantic night. Once there skates were on they skated hand in hand onto the ice. “You know I have only skated here one other time … I think I was twelve,” and with that he took off skating backwards motioning with his fingers for her to follow. “Come on Amelia … you can catch me.”<br><br>He wanted tonight to be filled with all the romance and excitement of a first date and he wanted to get to know more about her and they were certainly doing that. It was amazing the feelings that he was developing … maybe because he knew they were getting married and he knew they were going to have to get along or maybe it was that he just really wanted to make it work like Miora and Garrett did. They really did seem happy and he felt if they could so could he.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 05:05:22</strong>
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				She shook her head as he paid to get into the rink.&nbsp; "No, nothing at the moment.&nbsp; I'll let you know, though, as I think of other things.&nbsp; You do the same," she said, smiling and guileless.&nbsp; She knew it wasn't conventional to discuss such things on a first date, but neither was it conventional to have your marriage already on the calender on your first date.&nbsp; She she put her skates on, she watched him tie his laces.&nbsp; He was well-built, she thought.&nbsp; Tall and attractive.<br><br>Once they were on the ice, she laughed merrily as he skated away, chasing after him.&nbsp; Christmas carols played softly in the background, and the sky was dark by then.&nbsp; Her balance was perfect, her skill honed by years in ballet.&nbsp; She caught up to him easily since he was skating backwards, although she thought that had he been more competitive, he may have won a race between them.&nbsp; She glided into his arms, her cheeks flushed and eyes glittering with excitement.&nbsp; "Tell me about you now, Travis.&nbsp; You're supposed to finish school in a year and a half, and then the bar exam?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 03:36:30</strong>
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				As she glided into him her feigned catching her wrapping his arms around her and acting as if she were going to fall thought he could tell she was quite accustomed to the ice. “Good thing I caught your there.” Smiling he held he a moment longer than needed as he looked at her eyes, slightly upturned nose and the smile as she realized he was just taking an opportunity to get a little closer to her. He let loose of her and holding her hand continued to skate … looking at her facing him her hair blowing in the slight breeze that caused the snowflakes to flutter and follow her as they moved. <br><br>“Well … about me … I guess the main thing is the schooling right now. I have enjoyed many sports before law school but now it is just getting through the bar. I plan to take it within two years, and since I am doing very well in my classes it should not be too much of a problem. My professors tell me I have a deceptive attitude about me that might prove quite advantages’ in the court room though I am not too sure what they mean. They say I have surprised them on a couple of practice trials on how manipulative my gentle nature brought out the trust in a witness yielding more information than they should have given only to have it brought back to condemn them in the end. It is only a thing I use in court and do want to be upfront and open with you about … well I guess about everything.” He was never much into self promotion though his parents did try to push him&nbsp; in that direction. He felt his actions would speak loud enough and so all this talk about himself was a bit uncomfortable. “I hope I don’t come across too pretentious.”<br><br>He watched as she skated and moved about the ice as they talked, displaying great coordination though a bit of reserved, he could tell though she may not have participated much in competitive sports she did have grace and natural athletic ability and he thought she would catch on to other activities quite easily. He thought of some of the trips he had taken rock climbing and imagined how it would be with her there then the thought came to mind about her camping and he almost chuckled. “Tell me Amelia … have you ever been camping … do you like that sort of thing.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 21:10:00</strong>
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				She skated with him, naturally athletic and graceful.&nbsp; When he teased about catching her, she flirted back, smiling prettily at him.&nbsp; And when he spoke of himself, she nodded.&nbsp; "I'll support you however I can, Travis, with your education.&nbsp; I mean, it isn't like I'd have a job."&nbsp; <br><br>Women in the Lawson family did not work outside the home, and neither did the Westmoreland females.&nbsp; Her parents would never have arranged the marriage had it been otherwise.&nbsp; No, Lawson women got their educations, got married, and then spend their time with "noble causes," a phrase her mother used to describe her charity work.&nbsp; And so, like Moira, Amelia would be expected to continue the tradition.&nbsp; <br><br>A smile played on her lips as she thought of going to Boston and finding employment.&nbsp; She wouldn't do it, of course. Not only would it scandalize both families, it would also jeopardize Travis' chances of getting a power position in his father's firm.&nbsp; The partners had expectations, and she would be expected to comply.&nbsp; She was, of course, okay with it.&nbsp; She'd been raised to play out this role , after all.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She looked at him in surprise when he asked about camping.&nbsp; The most "roughing it" she'd ever done was staying at nice hotels.&nbsp; Blinking, she said, "Well, I haven't ever been. So I don't know if I liked it.&nbsp; I'll try it out with you sometime, but I make no promises."&nbsp; She laughed and asked, "Does a cabin with a fireplace and a working bathroom count as camping?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 04:33:49</strong>
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				Travis played into her flirts as they talked and skated. Her comments about work has in no way taken to imply her indolence but was an acceptable fact in both their households.”Oh my dear I would be such an impropriety to have you work. I am certain our situation will never warrant that.” Confirming her conception of what a woman’s role was when it came to providing for the family. <br><br>“So you have never been camping … well that will be an experience we might just have to take very slow. There is nothing like seeing some of the amazing things that show up when you’re far away from manmade comforts.”&nbsp; His smile turned into a little chuckle as he thought of what their first camping trip might be like. I guess we might have to start with a little cabin … I know the perfect place …Neley’s Ranch, outside of West Yellowstone, that is just enough roughing it for our first trip camping.<br><br>“I guess finances have never been discussed … I have a scholarship and a trust for schooling and getting started with marriage and business but I have worked hard too. My father thought we should learn to work so my first couple of years after high school were spent clerking and being a general office aid at a small law firm. I learned a lot but also realized I did not want to be an employee long … just not my thing being under another’s constant control.” <br><br>They made their way around the ice holding hands and twirling both of them taking their turn skating backwards and asking questions, giving input and sharing things they thought of the others comments and passions. <br><br>“You know you are going to be an integral part of my schooling as our lives move closer together … I was wondering a couple of things. Where do you want to live? I have not found any place for us yet and I thought we would do that together when we get back in January. School won’t pick up again until the eleventh so that gives us a little over a week to find a nice place. I was also wondering what you might want to do during the long hours while I am at school.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 20:16:40</strong>
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				When Travis mentioned finances, Amelia smiled.&nbsp; The two of them had not discussed the matter, but she would wager that their parents had.&nbsp; "I get a monthly allowance from my trust fund as well," she told him, even though she figured that he already knew about it.&nbsp; Moira had one as well; it was their legacy from their grandparents. <br><br>"You expect that we'll be in Boston for a year and a half, while you finish law school?&nbsp; I assume you'll take the New York bar exam, since that's where you want to practice."&nbsp; She skated for a few moments, thinking about their living arrangements.&nbsp; "There isn't a point in buying anything.&nbsp; We aren't staying there.&nbsp; I think we should rent. Can we stay in your current apartment or whatever while we look?"&nbsp; He had to be living somewhere already.&nbsp; "As far as what I'll do, I'm sure I'll come up with something to stay busy."&nbsp; Another thing she'd have to figure out.&nbsp; Maybe others had wives she could befriend.&nbsp; <br><br>As the temperature dropped, Amelia said, "Okay, I say we go eat. It's so cold that I must look like Rudolph!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 03:21:14</strong>
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				He was sure finances were never going to be an issue but he did not want to ever have to turn to a parent for aid. It was apparent that both of them had trusts funds and means to enable them to have all the necessities and niceties in life barring any unforeseen circumstances.&nbsp; It was getting cold and as the sun set over the snow covered trees he knew it was about time to get dinner. <br><br>As far as their housing he knew they would not want to stay where he had been living since he had been with three other guys. “Well Amelia I think we will want to find a place when we get back from the honeymoon, you won’t want to stay …I don’t want you to stay where I have been.” He laughed as he thought about the place even if the other people weren’t there it would not be a good place. “I know we can find a place in short order and it would be fun to do it together …. What do you think?”<br><br>As they skated around the last time and headed for the exit they both looked and felt cold. ”Yes let’s get some dinner.” They turned in their skates and Travis made a quick call letting the restaurant know they were on their way. “I think they will be ready for us at the Tavern … I just spoke with them … this was very enjoyable Amelia.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:08:37</strong>
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				Amelia hadn't considered that Travis' current location wouldn't be suitable.&nbsp; She had assumed that her belongings would be shipped there, and then she would have time to search for suitable accommodations.&nbsp; She blinked in surprise, nodding.&nbsp; "Okay, then we'll just stay in a hotel until we find a place to live, then?"&nbsp; She wanted to ask more about his current housing, and why it was not a place she'd want to stay, but she refrained.&nbsp; They would have all the time in the world for him to tell her later about law school and living in Boston.<br><br>Travis called and confirmed their reservation while she changed back into her fur-lined boots.&nbsp; "I had a wonderful time, too.&nbsp; Thank you very much.&nbsp; I love ice skating.&nbsp; He'd been good on the ice; it was clear that he was athletic.&nbsp; As they walked to Tavern on the Green, she told him a little about being home schooled.&nbsp; "What about you?&nbsp; Dalton or Collegiate?"&nbsp; She knew it would be one of the two schools.&nbsp; They were both top-tier private prep schools, very exclusive.&nbsp; "Moira's husband, Garrett, attended Dalton."&nbsp; They arrived at Tavern on the Green, and she smiled brightly.&nbsp; She loved the way they decorated for Christmas; white lights twinkled everywhere.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 02:47:25</strong>
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				Travis saw the bewilderment in her eyes when he said she would not like where he had been staying. “you see Amelia … three of us from Dalton were staying in the same small home. We rented it and have been friends most my life … it is more a bachelor pad rather than a place to start out for us. The do have some nice apartments very scenic views and in good neighborhoods near to the down town area or if you would prefer a small home in a more family neighborhood. I thought since I would be at school mostly it might be best to get your input on where we live.”<br><br>“Dalton was great … made some very good friends you’ll meet a few at the wedding I’m sure.” <br><br>The trees had lights on ever square inch and it made the whole area glisten as the snow still drifted down. “I really don’t remember it looking so impressive, it is quite a sight. He opened the door and when he gave them their name their coals were quickly taken and they were whisked back to a semi secluded table which he was sure they had been holding for them. The decorations inside were amazing with the small light trailing throughout and the poinsettias and other flowers in combination with the decorations added to the festive ambiance.<br><br>When the waiter came for order Travis already knew what he wanted and after Amilia ordered he placed his. He loved the Arugula Salad, and added to that the Parmesan Crusted Chicken Breast and a side of Roast Asparagus. “Would you please pick a nice wine to go with the meal” he instructed the waiter.” <br><br>“Well Amelia … tell me what are you looking forward to most about this week … and I guess the opposite goes along with that … what are you the most anxious?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 19:30:31</strong>
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				Amelia smiled and gave the waiter her order.&nbsp; "I'll have the arugula salad as well, and the seafood risotto, please."&nbsp; She hadn't needed the menu to place the order, coming to the restaurant often enough to know what she wanted.&nbsp; She waited until Travis also ordered, and as the waiter left, she turned her attention to her fiance.&nbsp; "I'm very pleased that you invited me to spend the evening with you.&nbsp; It's been lovely."<br>&nbsp;<br>When he asked his question, she had to think for a minute.&nbsp; What <em>was</em> she looking forward to most and least?&nbsp; And really, what were appropriate responses in such a situation.&nbsp; After a few moments' consideration, she decided to just be honest with him.&nbsp; "Well, I think my answer to both questions is the same, to tell you the truth," she said wryly.&nbsp; "I'm looking most forward to starting a new era of my life, but it's also what I feel apprehensive about.&nbsp; We don't know each other.&nbsp; So far, we've gotten along well, which is a good sign.&nbsp; But it's still a little... scary."<br>&nbsp;<br>Just then, the sommelier came to the table with a bottle of wine.&nbsp; He presented it, his chattering friendly and professional, and Amelia happily accepted a glass of it.&nbsp; After he had poured for Travis as well, she asked, "What about you, Travis?&nbsp; Same question."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 17:23:48</strong>
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				The holiday decorations with the white lights intertwined in the gold and red ribbons and green accents of Holly, mistletoe and pine added greatly to the romantic feeling the couple already brought to the room. The food and wine, perfect and the conversation with his lovely fiancée flowed smoothly form topic of their youth, likes and dislikes and now to their apprehensions and excitements regarding the upcoming nuptials and their life together.<br><br>“I understand who you feel; I think I feel much the same. I have noticed many similarities between our families but I do think that I am a bit more laid back than yours and I do hope that won’t create any tension. I think I am most excited to start our life together though I do think it is going to take longer than I had anticipated developing an intimate relationship. I feel that part of our connection is kind of being pressed upon us by the fact we will be married. I hope it will be something we can ease into without the expectations of a contractual marriage license coming into play.” He knew that did not come out right and the topic in and of itself was awkward. He tried to rephrase his concern. “I guess I am saying that though I find you very attractive and look forward to an intimate relationship with you I am not going to press the issue. We are going to be together forever so I feel we can let that just come natural.” There … he said it … “ tell me do you know much about the place we are going to for our honeymoon?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 07:01:28</strong>
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				Amelia frowned when Travis mentioned that he was more laid back than her family.&nbsp; He found them uptight?&nbsp; The subtle criticism rankled her, but she said nothing, instead picking up her goblet and sipping the delicious wine.&nbsp; His next remark, however, caused her to gasp in surprise, and she coughed, choking.&nbsp; She blushed a deep red and quickly picked up her water glass, sipping it in an effort to soothe her throat but also to buy herself a moment to think before she had to respond.&nbsp; Was he really talking so freely about <em>intimacy</em>?&nbsp; At the dinner table?&nbsp; She wasn't quite sure what to make of what he said.<br><br>Her face still tinged with color, she murmured, "Thank you for understanding."&nbsp; She wasn't sure how else to respond.&nbsp; She supposed some time to know him would be a good thing.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly looking forward to the act.&nbsp; She and her mother had already discussed the matter, and Amelia knew that she would have to do whatever her husband wanted, within reason of course, to keep him to straying.&nbsp; But she also knew that it was a chore and not something women of refinement enjoyed.&nbsp; <br><br>She was happy for the reprieve from having to say anything further about the subject when her fiance asked about the honeymoon location.&nbsp; Their salads were served, and then she responded.&nbsp; "Well, I haven't been there.&nbsp; It's a private island.&nbsp; I know there are accommodations to sleep indoors or outdoors.&nbsp; Plenty of beach.&nbsp; It's supposed to be very beautiful.&nbsp; A couple lives a short boat ride away, off the island, and come to cook and clean every afternoon.&nbsp; Past that, we'll be on our own.&nbsp; My father's entire family honeymoons there.&nbsp; It's become a tradition."&nbsp; She smiled and ate some of her salad.&nbsp; "Do you enjoy the beach?" she asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 02:20:47</strong>
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				Travis saw the bit of surprise at his comment about his perception of her family as she let a frown slip out but it was his comment about their intimacy that really caught her off guard.&nbsp; He had to remind himself that he had just come from university life and Amelia was home schooled with private tutors. Making a mental note that he hoped he would not forget he decided he would let comments about her family wait until he actually had something to back them with and that the topic of intimacy was out of place. We will just have to wait and see how things fall into place he thought as he smiled a bit amused at the reaction but mixed with concern for making her feel uncomfortable.<br><br>“You know It sounds like an amazing place, and we are going to be there a week, just the two of us.” He could not remember any time in his life that he had spent that much undivided attention with the same person. “I love the water and the beach … I guess I am a bit of a romantic when it comes to sunsets and walks on the beach. I do love all that just never really spent too much time in that environment with a romantic interest. I always knew that my parents would pick my wife and really did not want to let my heart get too attached to anyone. Hope that does not sound like a prude … I have had girlfriends before but it was never really serious.” He felt it was best to be honest with his dates thinking it would save some heartache in the end but in reality there was one girl back home that never really got the picture even after he gave her a copy of his wedding announcement. He hoped that Brenda would not ever be a problem.<br><br>“So how do you like the beach and water sports? Do you know if they will have any jet skies or a both there for us?” he asked as he smiled at her and saw the waiter bringing the food. “Looks like the food is here …. Smells good.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 23:21:44</strong>
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				Amelia ate a bite of her risotto before responding, her lips curving into a smile as she tasted her meal.&nbsp; "Well, we spent summers in Cape Cod, so I'm very used to the water. I think they'll have pretty much anything we could want.&nbsp; And, of course, we can ask for anything they don't have. We won't have to leave the island for anything unless we just want to."<br><br>"My favorite is snorkeling.&nbsp; I never did get my scuba certification.&nbsp; Dad and Moira used to go, and I usually ended up hanging out with mom, so I never learned how.&nbsp; Tell me, Travis," she said between bites of her dinner, "What kind of water activities do you like?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 00:36:18</strong>
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				Travis continued to eat between conversation and questions feeling he was getting to know the little tidbits of information, like and dislikes that made up his fiancée. “Well I have not been scuba diving either though I would like to try it. I love to snorkel and anything to do with watercraft.” He looked at her across the table thinking about all the small talk and smiled <br><br>“You know Amelia … I have spent my whole life doing and being what my parents wanted me to be. Don’t get me wrong I am so grateful for all I have from them but I have primarily gone and done what they wanted. I have been thinking … in a few days it is just going to be you and me. It is hard to fathom … just you and me. No parents, no guardian, no chaperons just us. What are WE going to do and see? Where are WE going to go with the rest of our lives? That is what I am most excited about … making my life with you and hopefully in time we can make what we have be at least as good as what&nbsp; Moira and Garrett have.” <br><br>He looked deep into her eyes trying to see if what he was saying struck a chord, or did he open up too much too soon. He had always had a habit of saying more about how he felt than was appropriate but then again he felt it was better to get things out in the open and see how things fall.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 05:16:10</strong>
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				Amelia looked at Travis, her face wearing a look of puzzlement.&nbsp; "We're never really going to just be on our own, not realistically.&nbsp; The tradition is too heavy a burden for us to every be free," she said.&nbsp; "Besides, is what they want for us to be so horrible?&nbsp; To parent our children in the same traditions and with the same value for family?&nbsp; To care about our educations?&nbsp; To help those who are less fortunate than us, you with money and me with time?"&nbsp; She wondered if she sounded naive to him.&nbsp; She didn't blindly follow the dictates of her parents.&nbsp; She had grown up watching them and wanted to emulate their lives as much as she could.&nbsp; And Moira and Garrett?&nbsp; They lived the same sort of life, as far as she knew.&nbsp; They were just in love and happy while they did it.<br><br>"I mean, if you want to go on vacations where they haven't planned them for us, surely we can do that sort of thing.&nbsp; But our lives have been planned out.&nbsp; You'll finish law school in Boston, and then work at your father's firm here in New York.&nbsp; I'll be perfect for your image, and you'll make partner in no time.&nbsp; We'll try to start a family.&nbsp; I'll raise our children with the help of an <em>au pair</em>, and spend some time doing charity work."&nbsp; She was puzzled.&nbsp; What more did he want from life?&nbsp; "Are there specific charities on which you'll wish me to concentrate?&nbsp; I haven't picked out any favorites yet."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 03:14:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Travis listened as Amelia commented on his reflections, as the expression of her words were translated into both vocal intonation and physical expression, he could not help but smile seeing her most coherently voice her opinion. It was not as If she were inarticulate quite the contrary, but now as she spoke about matters that were of much more substance than just common likes and dislikes he saw her become much more expressive. She was still very reserved and in no way ostentatious but it was very clear that she had honed her ability to speak her mind and had spent time identifying the things that were paramount to her. Travis had long known that he wanted to have a wife who was in connection with her feelings and had the ability to express them even if he was not in complete agreement with them and he was beginning to see that in Amelia.<br><br>“Oh please don’t take me wrong dear I don’t think that what they want for us to be at all horrible nor do I want to come across as ungrateful, I just think that maybe the box of our families traditions might be opened a bit more or perhaps expanded upon.” <br><br>Did I just call her dear? He thought as the memory of the many times he had heard that enduring term come not so enduringly from his father. Was he really becoming all his father was and if so was that all bad? Of course it was … he did not want to become his father but he did not want to come across as rebellious either. It was just the thought that the union of two families steeped in tradition would need to be compromised and modify to be able to incorporate both of the family’s traditions as well as bring honor to both names. <br><br>“I am all for helping the less fortunate and working at my father’s law firm and I am absolutely certain you will provide the perfect image for me to become partner and make all the others in the office sit in envy as they long to have had someone more astute pick their wife.” He wondered if the sarcasm came across too strong, though it was not meant to display any discontent. He looked at the beautiful lady sitting across the table from him and imagined the two of them having children. <br><br>“You know Amelia … this is not about our parents nor is it about what charity you chair or even me becoming partner. I think it is about our personal aspirations and dreams coming into one with each other’s and certainly being circumscribed by the values and traditions that have made us the people we are.” He spoke with sincerity and deep inside he wanted to know more of what she wanted that was not prerequisite to her becoming his wife for her knew she would fit that bill perfectly. What would she think of his desires for politics or living abroad? Would those fit into their family’s traditions? There were more questions than answers but he knew as he listened to her that they at least had the common set of values and skills to make this a productive union … was it enough to make it a loving one too?<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 20:49:16</strong>
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				Amelia bristled when she detected the sarcasm in his voice about having a spouse chosen for him.&nbsp; She wanted to ask why he'd agreed to it, but she didn't need to bother.&nbsp; She knew he'd agreed for the same reason she had.&nbsp; "Look, here you are talking about personal aspirations, but you're here, sitting across the table from me.&nbsp; We get married in less than a week.&nbsp; And why?&nbsp; Because of the same traditions that you're eschewing.&nbsp; You're here because your family expects you to be, just like I am."<br><br>She finished her meal, putting her fork down.&nbsp; "Don't get me wrong, Travis," she said primly.&nbsp; "It isn't that I don't want us to be happy.&nbsp; I'd like very much for us to get along well, maybe even love each other one day.&nbsp; But what aspirations could you have that aren't in line with the goals of your family?"<br><br>She still wasn't following him.&nbsp; Her job as his wife would be to support him, of course. And she'd take it seriously.&nbsp; For her own aspirations, she wanted for herself the same things any woman did.&nbsp; She wanted to be happy and have a husband who didn't cheat.&nbsp; She wanted to help others and start a family.&nbsp; What more was there?&nbsp; Sure, it would have been nice to have had boyfriends and pick her own spouse, but Travis seemed good so far.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 23:12:31</strong>
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				Travis looked at Amelia intently as she voiced her feelings regarding the upcoming nuptials as well as her feelings about their life together. He knew as well as she did that there were and would be great expectations placed upon them for the mere reason of who they were, and that was fine … it was something they had both grown up understanding. <br><br>“Maybe I am coming off a bit ungrateful or maybe even naïve and if so … well tell me what you think. You should know from the beginning that I value a relationship where our minds can be spoken.” He thought carefully before he continued wondering if he was laying too much out there too soon. He had a tendency of saying his mind and inner feelings without caution and it had often been taken wrong.<br><br>“Amelia … I don’t just want to be a partner in my father’s law firm … I want to run for office … maybe even the senate some day and that is something I have never told anyone. I do not know what my parents would think of it let along what you think of that.” There he had said it … it was out and he would wait to see her response. He wondered even after he had said it if it would be taken well by her. Maybe it was just foolish dreaming. “Maybe the feeling will pass but it is something I would like to pursue and I would like to know what you think of it.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 02:52:02</strong>
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				Amelia shrugged one delicate shoulder.&nbsp; Politics.&nbsp; "Well, I certainly wouldn't stand in the way of that dream.&nbsp; It means that it's all the more important for me to be exactly what your family and mine expect of me, Travis.&nbsp; Because it will be what your constituents expect some day as well."&nbsp; She didn't see why his parents would have a problem with him running for office eventually.&nbsp; To her, it seemed like a natural progression for a lawyer: attorney to local politician to national politician.&nbsp; It would mean that her life was more public than she had expected, but she could deal with that if she had to.<br><br>"You made me nervous.&nbsp; I thought you were going to say something crazy, like you wanted to live on a Costa Rican beach and paint seagulls all day."&nbsp; She chuckled wryly.&nbsp; "Do you really think your aspirations are so wild?"&nbsp; She, too, wanted them to have openness and transparency in their relationship.&nbsp; If there was something on Travis' mind, she wanted to hear it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormrider</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 19:37:42</strong>
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				Travis smiled, “No I was not thinking of anything as dramatic as painting birds.”He laughed at the thought and then continued to explain as they walked. <br><br>“You may not know this but my father ran for office about 15 years ago and the opponent was very cut throat and sought out all the dirt he could find on my father. It was sad that he had been having an affair and if became public and ruined the election for him but even more devastating was the impact it had on their marriage. My mother went to England and lived there for almost 6 months trying to figure out if it was all worth it. Needless to say they have not taken too favorably to politics since then and I have grown up under that prejudice. I have never spoken to them of my aspirations and so it is somewhat a touchy topic to me. I am glad you’re open to the idea … that does ease things some.” <br><br>They walked on as he took in both the sights and sounds of the winter evening. It was still a bit surreal to think that this walk was the first of many the tow of them would take and he hoped his road onto politics did nothing to hurt their relationship like it had his parents. <br><br>“You should know I am very good at what I do. I don’t mean to come across conceded at all but I do have a way of reading people and finding out what makes them tick, or even what provokes them. It has come in handy in with a few classmates and certainly in the courtroom.” Taking a few more steps then stopping by the railing overlooking the lake and boathouse he gazed over the lake and continued. <br><br>“One thing I can’t do though and that is read you very well. Maybe I want it to all just unfold with you and not force things … but in a way I feel more pressure here with you to get to know you than I have in any court experience I have ever been in.” He turned and looked at her holding her gaze before he continued. “Tell me Amelia, I know it is getting late and this is going to be a busy week. What do you want to do here … your last week here for a while. Anything you want us to do , or anything you need to do before we get married.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strangers (Stormrider and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 06:37:21</strong>
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				Amelia listened with interest when Travis shared his parents' past with her.&nbsp; Such scandal was to be avoided at all costs.&nbsp; It would shame her family if she got involved in something like that, and so she wouldn't.&nbsp; "Sound to me like you have two choices, then.&nbsp; You can either not go into politics or you can not have affairs," she said, somehow managing to sound playful and sanctimonious at once.&nbsp; She turned serious, telling him, "I think I'll be a pretty tolerant wife, and I can't imagine I'll be very demanding of you, Travis.&nbsp; But cheating is not something I'll tolerate.&nbsp; I expect to have your loyalty and ensure that you will have mine.&nbsp; And if you're serious about a career in politics, then you know skeletons in your closet are a bad thing.&nbsp; Well, I come to you with no skeletons in mine.&nbsp; Keep them out of yours, too, and we have no worries."<br><br>She blinked at him as he explained that he found her to be enigmatic.&nbsp; "There's nothing to read with me.&nbsp; I'm transparent.&nbsp; I'm satisfied with my life for the most part.&nbsp; I accept that my future is with you.&nbsp; I'll support you while you finish school and I'll support you while you try your hand at politics.&nbsp; Eventually, we'll try to have children, and I'll stay home and raise them.&nbsp; And in exchange, you can teach me some of your extreme sports," she said, crinkling her nose delicately and laughing.&nbsp; She wasn't so sure about the extreme sport thing, but he seemed pretty into it.&nbsp; And who knew, maybe she'd like it.&nbsp; <br><br>They walked further.&nbsp; "No, nothing I want to do.&nbsp; I'm working on packing my belongings, and I still have just a little shopping to do.&nbsp; I'll finish it up tomorrow.&nbsp; I'm sending up most of my things straight to Boston.&nbsp; And my suitcases for the honeymoon will be at the hotel."&nbsp; They were spending their wedding night there and then leaving for the private Jamaican island the next morning.&nbsp; "We'll only be a couple of hundred miles away.&nbsp; I figured we could visit home pretty often, or at least as often as your schedule allows.&nbsp; What about you?&nbsp; Do you have a lot to do before we disappear to Jamaica?&nbsp; And is there anything you want to do while you're visiting home New York?"
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