28-03-2019, 03:30 PM
It took one night with Count Vincenzo to change her mind. One weekend to agree to come back to San Finzione with him, and one month to agree to marry him. They waited six because the age difference between them caused enough of a scandal with the public that they didn't want to appear to rush into anything; however, because Vincenzo was in his late seventies, they didn't want to not rush either.
She'd been his widow for almost eight years now, since the night he died making love to her. He'd left her his crown; though it was a tiara for La Contessa, and a country that blamed her for his loss and not-so-secretly believed she'd deliberately fucked him to death to get it. After seven years of trying her best to live up to the man's name and deeds, the country was now 40% certain in the last unofficial survey; with 25% undecided.
"What happened to Schell when he got back to Germany?" Helena asked Ramirez with a puff of her cigarette, figuring that San Finzione's colleges taught more of the story than Anchorage's.
"He didn't." Ramirez replied, taking a drag of his own. "Like Rommel at Normandy, he shot himself rather than report his failure to Hitler. One of the other officers had to deliver the message." He exhaled and took another. "I believe Hitler had him shot as well."
"For the record, Hernando, if anything ever goes bad, it's all right to tell me. I won't have you shot."
"Gracias, Contessa." He replied seriously. She smiled at that as they approached the actors.
"Hi, everyone." Helen said to the group as they approached, a delighted smile on her face. "Don't mind me; just Executive Producing. You know, showing up, acting important, not really doing anything useful or helpful. Just carry on."
The actors turned to her and she could see now that the actor in the German general's uniform was holding a coffee cup and the actress playing Contessa Louisa was smoking.
"Oh," Helen commented, seeing that she didn't seem to be interrupting anything at all. "I didn't know you were on a break. We're just going to sit with the director for this scene. Could you point me to Mr. Silverman?"
The actor playing Count Ernesto gave her a look of "You don't know?" Helena and Ramirez registered it on the faces of the others before he spoke.
"We have only just heard, Contessa." He told her. "So perhaps you have not yet been informed that the director was shot a few minutes ago. He's dead."
She'd been his widow for almost eight years now, since the night he died making love to her. He'd left her his crown; though it was a tiara for La Contessa, and a country that blamed her for his loss and not-so-secretly believed she'd deliberately fucked him to death to get it. After seven years of trying her best to live up to the man's name and deeds, the country was now 40% certain in the last unofficial survey; with 25% undecided.
"What happened to Schell when he got back to Germany?" Helena asked Ramirez with a puff of her cigarette, figuring that San Finzione's colleges taught more of the story than Anchorage's.
"He didn't." Ramirez replied, taking a drag of his own. "Like Rommel at Normandy, he shot himself rather than report his failure to Hitler. One of the other officers had to deliver the message." He exhaled and took another. "I believe Hitler had him shot as well."
"For the record, Hernando, if anything ever goes bad, it's all right to tell me. I won't have you shot."
"Gracias, Contessa." He replied seriously. She smiled at that as they approached the actors.
"Hi, everyone." Helen said to the group as they approached, a delighted smile on her face. "Don't mind me; just Executive Producing. You know, showing up, acting important, not really doing anything useful or helpful. Just carry on."
The actors turned to her and she could see now that the actor in the German general's uniform was holding a coffee cup and the actress playing Contessa Louisa was smoking.
"Oh," Helen commented, seeing that she didn't seem to be interrupting anything at all. "I didn't know you were on a break. We're just going to sit with the director for this scene. Could you point me to Mr. Silverman?"
The actor playing Count Ernesto gave her a look of "You don't know?" Helena and Ramirez registered it on the faces of the others before he spoke.
"We have only just heard, Contessa." He told her. "So perhaps you have not yet been informed that the director was shot a few minutes ago. He's dead."
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