Film of Love

Sioxante Quatre

“Hey Tristan!” Eugene, my manager called me. I just finished shooting my part and came back now in the office. I have back to back schedules and conferences to attend to plus the thing about me and my grandfather’s plan.

“What is it?” I asked him. I saw him went out the black room with an actress I am not familiar with. I am just saying this out of my hunch because as far as I know there are no other staffs except or mostly with the artist and the manager. Speaking of manager, the guy named Eugene is a manager with a little experience about the industry. I did get him and help him out of his inconvenience. He is a dunce—he is not even graduated any master degree or I don’t even think that he steps into a university.

I often be like a gangster and a look out boy when I was just a high school. I am one of those people who get to be in detention or in the principal’s office, and ended up having no one to come and apologize in my behalf because of their busy f*****g time. All the time, that will be their excuse until I grow tired beating people faces. People know me by the name Blade and not my real name that holds a f*****g pain in the ass because of the f*****g name origin.

My name was after my late father, Tristan Fort Etienne. There is no difference in the first name, just the second name. My government name is Tristan François Etienne—it is funny on how similar we are but never on how he lived his life up in his name. I wonder why my mother or grandfather gave me the name, or named me after him. Is it hard to give me a damn name just like giving me their time? Ha! I wonder.

My mom was not my father’s true love nor his first love as what my mother rant or told me when I was young. She doesn’t have plenty of time to ask me how I am but she has time to tell me stories on how she f*****g get pregnant, that resulted a baby that is me. She told me just a bit of their past and it is unfortunate and tragic, for them.

My mom got pregnant while my father was chasing another woman. He didn’t even know that she is pregnant because she is afraid of his reaction. It is also for the reason that she deeply knows but denies it—that she will never be in his heart whatever she does. The day of my father died is the day she went on the mansion (where my grandfather lived right now) and took a courage to confess that she is pregnant with me and the father was Fort all along, she received no response not until grandfather went out and saw her.

She said that she was soaking wet and cold in the rain that day but stayed for a time being not until she was greeted by a 50s man with another man beside him that holds an umbrella and asked what she is doing in the middle of the rain, outside his house.

She also told me that she can’t endure the cold for a long time and suddenly let the cat out of the bag. His grandfather is not that bad as he thought and let her in even with a hesitation and eyes filled with suspicion. She assured me that she understands the man. She went on her own in their residence and confess without notice about what is her state.

She enters the house without any definite answers or she is ready for any consequences because she chose to let them know. She doesn’t have anything or any money to raise me up but she wanted to have a child with the man she loved so even a little hope in her heart she was determined to go all the way out to Frederick’s mansion.

“You can sit on the wooden chair because you can’t wet the couch, or I will pay the consequences,” he said. She was surprised on how she was welcomed in his house and the little dot of hope in her heart went a bit wider.

“Hey, you there!” he called one of his servant. “Bring the lady a towel, glass of water and another set of clothes.” He instructed them. She was relieved that she was served quickly before she feels that the world is rotation on her.

“Ma’am, let’s move in the powder room,” a gentle voice said. She was approached by a few maids. Each maid has different type of things in their hands or arms. She was instructed to go with them and she gladly followed them.

“You can sit here as we dry your body, and after this you can change with this,” she directed me on what are for what. They dry her gently and after that they gestured that she must change into the given clothing. She looked and observe and finally noticed how elegant but casual looking the maternity dress is.

After all of that, they supported her kindly all the throughout the way to where they were from the beginning. She heard as she walks in the corridors, a man and woman silently arguing.

“What have you done, Rick?” a frustrated woman voice said.

“Well, we don’t even know if the baby in her stomach is really our son,” he replied. She smirked when she knows that he has a soft heart for her and she needs to get to their hearts deeply.

“We all know how you hate the girl Fort is chasing, am I right?” he asked the lady. She was now alone in the opening of the hallway. She looked around that she might notice where they are and she realized that they were in the main guest living room, she thought.

She is not that rich to tell what room is for what but she dreamed to have and even to build one in the future. She wants to be an architect but sadly she doesn’t know if she ever be getting her dream but she keeps in mind that she is the woman who takes defeat.

She was just silently keeping her ears out for their conversation until when she had her eye contact with Frederick. The man motion to go closer with them, and she does what he pleased.

“Good afternoon, ma’am!” she greeted the lady or the mistress of the house. She needs to keep her manner right to get the woman’s heart soften for her, even her jaws might get tired of smiling.

“Let’s have a seat, shall we?” the man suggested and asked but he didn’t even bother to hear the women’s answers as he seated anyways.

“So, what is your name, mademoiselle?” he asked the female. She gulped while trying hard to make eye contact to Frederick under the burning gaze from the lady.

“I am Clarisse Eglantine,” she answered. She looked and took a chance to slightly glance at the woman adjacent to Frederick’s seat.

“What’s your year now or are you even studying?” she sharply asked. She wants to snort on the question, she always gets and she was getting annoyed by it. It is not an awful question but she knows that they are hinting something because of how she looks and the way she dressed up.

She knows that she was born poor, no good housing, or elegant clothing and add the pile of money. She doesn’t have that, what she has is her beauty and brains. She was a scholar all the way up to college and she was proud for that thing. Many student envy her when it comes to looks and add up how she is always rank 1 not for the beauty but when it comes to academic side too.

She is always look like she has a boring life not until she met up with Tristan or much more well-known as Fort Etienne. His looks and body build is somehow the same, “Fort” means strong, so that means he has a strong body and a strong look. That’s when she felt love and fun for the first time and felt dumb for the first time in her life. She was naïve about love that’s why even though she is smart or the smartest she was not as clever as she is when it comes to love.

“I am actually in my last year in college and my course is architecture,” she proudly said. The woman who seems to have no interest at her suddenly looked at her with a smile.

“The same university as my son also?” she followed up. She nodded her head feeling so confident.

“Are you a scholar?” the man asked.

“Yes, I am. I am actually scholar all this time.” She told them and nodded their heads at the same time.

They reactions are getting more positive and she has this 75% of hope in her heart. She thinks that she needs more as she thinks about more they interjected and spoke. “I think Fort and You are match made in heaven, isn’t it right Eleanora?”

She agreed about it and suddenly said. “Yes it is Frederick and also, welcome to the family!” She was surprised on how quick the elder to decide.

“We need a strong, clever and independent woman in this household, so we can be two,” the woman joked about it but the compliments are rather feel genuine.

“Are you hungry?” Frederick asked as he stand up. She also stands up like it has a domino effect towards her. “Don’t be shy. No one in this house are shy, those weaklings are just like that.”

“I am hungry!” she joked and sound like she is really desperate to eat because of hunger. She doesn’t have a choice to go with the flow. The man went to the kitchen first, as she will pass the Eleanora, the lady whispered to her ear. “Quit acting and try your best to be who you are.” And left her.

She smirked when she knows that the area was cleared. She is not surprised about that, because from the start she knows it, that’s a reference from the movies she always watches.

The man looked at her who is approaching from the dining hall to the clean kitchen and asked. “Are you also craving for something?”

“I feel like wanting to eat those?” she pointed the closed jar in the middle of the island counter.

“Cookies? Sure, eat them all as we waited for Fort.”

“By the way, sir Frederick where is Fort?” she curiously asked about the man.

“Well, he said that he will take care of something.”

She nodded her head as she enjoys munching the cookies. It was well-made and suits her mouth cravings.

“I want to make sure that you will get wed before or after your graduation,” he suddenly said leads her to choke. He hurriedly gets a glass of water and gave it to her immediately.

“Are you alright? I am sorry for the sudden request or revelation,” he apologized to the woman who went back to her tracks immediately. He was scared for a second that he might lose the heir of his company.

He accepted the lady because of the child in her stomach. The future heir of the company, he told her son that he will be the next one to be seated in his position when he kindly declined the offer. He was mad about it but because he is the only son, he suddenly gave up pressuring the man.

He doesn’t know what he wants or he never really did care about what his sons like. he just gave what he wants even the freedom he wants. He never earned it, he was only getting it. Earlier this time, he was stressed on where the hell he will get a child to continue reigning his throne when his own son have no interest in their business. Eleonora is against about it, and he wants his son to be the one continuing the company, but suddenly there’s a bright answer in the middle of rain and that’s the baby in her womb.