"All Our Life's Ch 15" At Susan/Elizabeth's Makeup company, Glam Goddess. Elizabeth was working on a new line when Susan came into the office. "I didn't think you would be here." "Well, it's time I come back to work. Besides, it's time Genevieve does her fair share now that she's back." "Are you okay?" "Yes, it's just a lot." "Yes, I get that my mother is back." "Oh." They are both so selfish. "Yes." At Constantine/Théodore — Constantine and Théodore, we're talking. "What do we tell the twins?" "Nothing, we are not telling them anything." "They are going to start to wonder why we never talk about Genevieve." "We will tell them that we had a disagreement, that's all." A man came into the room. "I'm looking for Genevieve Delatour." "I don't know who that is, but our daughter's name is Genevieve Winthrop." Genevieve and TJ and Elizabeth came into the room. "Genevieve." "Why are you here?" "Why does this man think your last name is Delatour?" "Because that's my last name, Daddy. I'm a prosecutor in Manhattan, and I cannot have our last name." "You have nothing to be ashamed of! I give you everything you wanted," Theodore yelled. "Theodore, calm down. Who is this?" "I'm Julian Powell." "Yes, a friend of mine." Sunday Rose and Matthew came into the room. "I'm glad you're here." "Who else is coming?" Grace, Miranda, and William entered the room. "Mother, I'm glad you're here." "How are you feeling?" "I'm okay." The maid came into the room. "Dinner is ready." They went into the dining room. "Izzy, how's business?" "Glam Goddess is great. We are working on a new line for young teenagers." "Oh." Genevieve, who's this man with you?" "I'm Julian Powell." "Oh. How did you meet?" "It doesn't matter." "Oh, Genevieve, we have nothing to be ashamed of." Genevieve looked at him. "Julian." "Genevieve." "It's okay. Genevieve was a lawyer who was working on a case about my brother, who was murdered, and we met and fell in love." "Oh, you fell in love with someone you represent? Isn't that frowned on?" "Like you don't break rules, Daddy." Genevieve took a sip of her wine. "Julian, what do you do for a living?" "I run a company." "Oh. Do you have any children?" "Yes, I do." "Were you married?" "Mother." "I'm divorced." "Oh." Izzy, how is Peter?" "He's doing good. I'm happy, Genevieve." "Oh." "You came here hoping everyone is as miserable as you?" "I'm not miserable." "Then why didn't you tell us about Julian?" "Because I didn't think he would come here." Genevieve was upset and left the room. "I thought coming here would be romantic," she said.
