Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
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"Of course I support her! Jane Austen is a woman who clearly knew what she was doing and wasn't afraid of it one bit." Celia spoke with such enthusiasm the other ladies could do nothing but agree. I mean, she did make a good point.
"I wholeheartedly agree with you. Seeing the time period in which she lived, women barely had any say! I do admire her courage." Another woman spoke and the others murmured in agreement.
Well, all except a sour looking Mrs. Simmons.
"I have to say, though, women of that time did not understand much either since the men had run most things. Although her courage may be admirable to you all, don't you think a husband would have done her better?" She pushed her blonde hair behind her ear as we all looked at her confused.
"Finding a husband can wait, Helen. But courage, oh, that can never wait!" Celia exclaimed when Mrs. Simmons smiled us all a fake one.
"I'm sure." She didn't agree, obviously, but before there were any more disagreements, I steered the conversation to another topic as I turned a few pages of my copy of 'Pride and Prejudice', one of my favourites.
And London's elite women agreed with me.
So thus continued another session of our two hour book club, set up by my aunt, a great way to socialise and gossip, yes, but I tried my best for it actually be a book club and not 'the gossip club' as long as I was taking care of it in my aunt's absence who was currently in France with my uncle dearest on business.
"Such a fine man he is, Darcy." One of the women spoke with a wistful sigh and I had to stop the giggle from escaping my lips.
"He certainly is quite admirable." I smiled politely instead at her.
"His attitude and arrogance is attractive, in a way. Don't you think so, Ms. Larau?" Celia asked, her eyes twinkling when my smile grew and I shrugged.
"Most women nowadays prefer men who are emotionally unavailable. I don't know why they'd put themselves through the suffering of getting one to simply open up or just talk, for that matter. I think affectionate ones do just fine." I said and the women agreed.
"While that may be true, dear, you have to agree that these 'emotionally unavailable' men, who once cold and arrogant fall in love, can be ten times more affectionate than the normal man." Another woman said and Celia's brows shot up.
"Have you been reading those silly romance stories again, my friend? I think those fictional men have had quite an impact on you. And not a good one, I'd say." Celia commented with a grin and we all chuckled while the woman blushed lightly.
"Well, no man can beat a fictional one. Real men are just... trash. Morally grey ones, though, are the real gems." She winked and we all shared a good laugh over it.
