Author’s Note: On June 16, I posted a story where Elsie rides off into a thunderstorm with Ambrose. I decided to top it with the most unlikely of scenarios. Just because the thought of it was way too WHAT THE HECK? GAH! PLEASE NO! to pass up. Fair warning: This is not for the faint of heart. 😀
Elsie walked up the long, winding drive.
Ambrose had moved to Seattle with Barbara for unknowable reasons.
Hildreth had joined a Tibetan monastery in Toronto.
And Elsie’s mother had married Barbara’s father. They were currently on their honeymoon somewhere in North Dakota.
Elsie was alone.
She reached the top of the cliff.
A mansion stretched before her, all ablaze with light.
“I won’t be alone for long.”
She marched up to the front door and kicked it open.
“No point in knocking nicely.”
She headed into the living room.
And he was there.
Mark Caten sat in a comfortably-sized wingback chair, reading the newspaper.
Her smile grew.
She walked over to him and swipped the newspaper out of his hands.
“Hey! I was reading about a delicious calamity in South America. Oh. Hello, Elsie.”
“Mark.” She dropped the newspaper on the floor and admired the man sitting before her. Why did it take me so long to see how gorgeous he is? “You have always been the worst person on the planet. I’ve never liked you, even when I worked under you. I hated you. But…” She brushed the back of her hand against his face.
“They say that hate is simply love in another form.”
“Huh? Who says that?”
“Mmm. I don’t know. People.” She kissed him and he took it very well.
As she pulled back, he smirked. “It’s about time you saw how magnificent I am.”
She laughed whole-heartedly. “We’re going to be so happy together.”
“Of course. You’ll be a lucky bride. Married to the epitome of manly perfection. No. Better than that. Married to the epitome of godly perfection. There. Much more accurate.”
She kissed him again and again. “Mmm. Mrs. Elsie Caten. I love the sound of that.”
“Yes. Yes. Of course you do, cupcake.”