It's not just champagne problems anymore.
The man she loves or the man who raised her?
Aurelia Stark has faced problems before, but now that her family, her friends, and her future are on the line, whose side will she take?
Would America's sweethear...
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Try to remember the kind of September When life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September When grass was green and grain so yellow -Try To Remember, Josh Groban
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"Don't do this, Aurelia.", he begs, desperately trying to mask the tears welling up in his eyes, "Don't do this to me. Don't leave me."
"I wish I had a choice."
God, I've messed up. We've messed up. Real bad.
Who'd have thought that wide-eyed little brunette back in 'ninety-two would end up here? Abandoning the one person I love more than life itself.
September 16th 1992 Stark Manor, New York
"Daddy! Daddy!" I yelled, bounding down the stairs and hurtling round the corner into the living room.
As I got there, I skidded to a halt, seeing Grandma sat at the piano, singing softly to the sweet melody that drifted from the instrument, "Try to remember the kind of September.". Mesmerized, I peered at her fingers gracefully sliding over the ivory keys, "When grass was green..." As Grandpa wandered in, I lost all interest in Grandma and rushed over to him, jumping up into his arms.
Looking back on it now, it's odd to think of how Grandpa was with me compared to how he was with Dad, his own son. Where he was always so gentle with me, he was so harsh on Dad. I suppose he was just afraid that Tony was becoming too much like him. I suppose he didn't see as much of himself in a five-year-old girl.
