After witnessing the brutal murder of her best friend Moira, Eloise, a young woman from the small town of Blue Creek Montana decides to start anew in New York City. Determined, she faces the challenge of finding her feet in the big city. Luck seems to be on her side when she meets Stanley Bradshaw, the charming heir to one of New York City's wealthiest families. He is smitten by Eloise and this sparks the beginning of a passionate romance. However, Eloise's past comes calling when she receives a letter from her estranged father, who is now gravely ill. Returning to Blue Creek, she uncovers shocking truths about Moira's death, forcing her to confront her buried past and secrets she's kept hidden from Stanley. As she navigates the complexities of love, justice, and family, Eloise must decide whether to embrace her past or forge ahead into an uncertain future with Stanley by accepting his proposal, all while facing the judgment of his powerful family. Will their love stand the test of time when all is revealed? Will she finally confront her past and get justice for Moira? How will she win over the Bradshaws love and acceptance?
View MoreMary Lou hears the sound of someone knocking on the door to the apartment she shares with Eliza and Fay but chooses to ignore it, opting instead to stay in her room and avoid any form of interaction. However, when she hears footsteps approaching her and the sound of a knock on her door, she knows that she cannot avoid this.“Mary Lou,” Fay says as she slowly pokes her head into the room. “There’s someone here to see you.”“Who is it?” Mary Lou asks.“A man,” Fay answers with a whisper. “He has flowers.”Mary Lou groans. Not that she is not a fan of flowers. Quite the opposite. In fact, she is a sucker for such gestures but she knows who that man is most likely to be – Logan. Logan Michaelson, the theater director who was initially rude to Mary Lou when he met her at his audition and then invited her on a date after she stood up for herself. She has been avoiding him ever since the date. Her excuse was that there was a bigger issue to focus on – the possibility that Stanley was cheati
Silence fills Eloise and Stanley’s apartment to the brim. If a needle had dropped in that moment, it would have echoed as loud as silverware. If a door had creaked at its hinges. It would have sounded like a train derailed and ran straight into their living room. Stanley was looking at Eloise, his red face and wide eyes, smoking gun of his shock. Eloise on the other hand is looking at her husband worryingly, wondering why he is having such a reaction to what she had just told him. Surely, this could not be a total shock to him. Afterall, they were married. “Okay,” Eloise says, breaking the silence as she gets up to leave. “If you’re going to just stand there and look like a deer caught in the headlights, I’ll leave and give you a moment.”“No!” Stanley protests as he leaps forward and holds her hands, keeping her still. “I’m just a little surprised is all.”“Well, you would not be so surprised if you had paid me any attention these past few weeks,” Eloise tells him, her words and ton
Eloise places her left hand on her hip and her right hand on her forehead and closes her eyes as though she is dizzy. She then opens her eyes and walks slowly to the couch, falling right into it. Mary Lou follows her and sits next to her.“Are you okay?” Mary Lou asks.“I have suspected this for a while now,” Eloise says, her voice weak and emotionless. “He told me that I was crazy.”“I am so sorry, Eloise,” Mary Lou says as she holds Eloise’s hands.“It’s not your fault.” Eloise groans. “This would be so much easier if I did not have this secret I have been keeping too.Mary Lou sits up. “What secret?”**********It was six hours between the time that Mary Lou left and the time that Stanley returned from work but it felt like the longest day of Eloise’s life. She could not do anything else but stare miserably at that clock which seems to have been a constant reminder of the way her marriage is disintegrating. Eloise cannot make sense of all that is happening. Is this not the same Sta
Mary Lou is wearing the prettiest dress she owns. Not because that snotty man Logan Michaelson asked her to dress pretty but because it is a night out in New York city and she just wants to look good. She waits for him in her apartment while Fay and Eliza ask her about this mystery man but she gives them no details. For a second, she entertains the possibility that he could stand her up. He seems exactly like the kind of man to do that. But at exactly 8pm when he said he would show up, she hears a knock at the door. Mary Lou does not allow Fay or Eliza to open the door lest they tart a conversation with Logan. She opens it and closes it behind herself, yelling goodbyes at them and telling Logan that they can leave.“I cannot say hello to your friends,” he asks.“No, this is not a date,” Mary Lou says, turning her attention towards Logan and taking him in for the first time that night. He is wearing a suit that does not do much to hide his build. He smells like vetiver or some other e
Mary Lou walks away from Eloise’s apartment towards Broadway. It is clear that Eloise wanted her out of there but Mary Lou also sees that whatever is going on, Eloise is not ready to talk about it. At first, Mary Lou is walking around aimlessly but she finally sees a poster for a week-long casting call that gives her a sense of direction. A play by a Logan Michaelson is looking for extras. She asks for direction to the theatre and begins to walk as fast as she can. For a long time, Mary Lou has not experienced the excitement that she experiences has she gets closer to the theatre. Truly, the stage and curtains are what she was born to be about and she can feel that this one is a dream about to come true. When she gets to the theatre, there is a long line of people waiting to go in and Mary Lou joins them. She gives all the others who she can see a cursory glance. Many of them are attractive but that is the only assessment she can make about them. She cannot judge their talent based o
The longer she waits for Stanley to return home, the more Eloise feels the fury inside her grow. She sits in the living room watching as the second hand of the clock ticks slowly as though time is mocking her. When Stanley does arrive, he walks in with a smile on his face. This infuriates her even more because to him, nothing is wrong. “Where have you been?” She asks when he is right in front of her with his arms wide open in a hug invitation. Her hostility causes him to crease his eyebrows and drop his arms to his sides.“My parents’ house like I said. What is going on?”Eloise scoffs “Your parents’ house. That would be true except I was there this afternoon and you were not there.”Stanley looks away from Eloise and looks everywhere in the room except at her. “I left there for a while. It does not matter.” He begins to walks away from her.She follows him. “It matters to me. What kind of wife am I if I do not know where my husband is?”“The non-controlling one,” he says as he start
Eloise checks the clock on the wall in the living room. This is the third time in five minutes that she would be doing that. in one swift motion, she gets off the couch and walks closer to the clock. Maybe she is seeing and reading it wrong because she is too far from it and cannot see it, but even right in front of the clock, the time is still fifteen minutes past eight, a whole hour and fifteen minutes past the time that Stanley promised to return. The sound of a key in the keyhole and the door opening causes her to turn to face the door. Her body is being consumed by a mixture of anger and worry. Anger that Stanley could be behaving like this and worry as to why.“I am so sorry,” Stanley says as he walks up to her. “The meeting went on longer than I expected.”“Oh,” Eloise says, her voice devoid of emotion.“We can still go now. It’s not too late.”“I don’t think I am up for a night out anymore,” Eloise says. “It’s late and I am tired.”“Eloise, I am sorry.”“It’s fine,” she says a
Fay and Eliza scream excitedly when they see Eloise. Neither one of them have seen her since the wedding which already feels like ages ago. They pull her into a group hug and as they pull apart, Eloise can see on Fay’s hand a ring big enough to blind her if put under sunlight.“Fay!” Eloise screams out. “You did not inform me of your engagement.”“Well.” Fay shrugs and tries to sound cavalier but the smile on her face gives away how happy she is.“Let me see!” Eloise pulls Fay’s hand to herself and examines the ring. “Who is he?”“His name is Donald. He’s an investment broker.”Eloise continues to ask some other questions and Fay and Eliza answer excitedly. Meanwhile, Mary Lou stands behind Eloise in the background feeling invisible. When she cannot take being ignored anymore, she clears her throat, forcing all of them to look at her. “Oh my god, I am so sorry,” Eloise says with an apologetic smile. “Eliza, Fay, this is Mary Lou, my oldest friend from Blue Creek. Mary Lou, these are
Eloise returns to her apartment and begins to cook dinner. She chooses an elaborate and exquisite meal that she learnt how to cook from a native in Barbados. Stanley had gone on and on about how much he loved it and she just wants her cooking the meal to be a metaphor for her not wanting their honeymoon to ever end. Thankfully, the meal is complicated enough that preparing it takes up the rest of Eloise’s afternoon. By the time she is done, the sun has set and she stands by her window looking out at the city and waiting for her husband to return like a young girl whose love has gone to war. When the sound of a key entering the keyhole disrupts the silence, it takes all of Eloise’s self-control to not run to the door. Stanley opens the door and walks into the apartment. “Stanley, you’re back,” Eloise says as she goes to him. “Is everything alright?” “Yes,” he says quickly. “It was just a business emergency.” “Oh,” Eloise says simply, unsure as whether or not she can ask him
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