The Greatest Showman, stories about Anne Wheeler and Phillip Carlyle, and their love story.
I only own Phillip and Anne's daughters Elissa and Six-Olivia, but other than them I don't own any characters.
Anne POV. Ever since I was just a little girl, the only place I really wanted to go was Austria. I didn't know why, but the place fasincated me, most probably because it was in Euorope. When I was 11, there was a magazine left on the street about a rick banker that had recently taken a trip to Austria. There were pictures about where he went, and the clear blue skies, the tall green mountains and the glassy clear lagoons enchanted me. I would spend every night gazing at the pictures in the newspaper, planning my mown trip when I would become older. That is why, when Phillip takes off my blindfold, and I see we are in Vienna, I nearly scream! All I can do is gasp, and my eyes water, because this is my dream coming true. "Austria? Vienna?" I ask Phillip. "Yep! Is this okay?" He asks me, worriedly. "Oh, Phillip, more than okay. More than amazing! This is a dream! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I scream. We have a lovely carriage ride through Vienna, and we dropped off on the outskirts of Vienna. There are mountains everywhere, and even a lagoon so beautiful I gasp.
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There is a lovely hotel, in the middle of one of the mountains. Phillip leads us in, holding our bags, and speaks some German to the people at the reception. They pass him a key. "You can speak German?" I ask him, as he takes my hand. "Of course, my dear. A 'proper' boy must learn German," He says, using a posh accent, which makes me laugh. Our room is very big, and very beautiful too, with a lovely king sized bed, and a gorgeous view over the lake. We spend some time just talking; him telling me stories about his life as a posh, rich man, and even as a boy. Many of the stories make me laugh, some make me disgusted, and some are very interesting. In return, I tell him stories about W.D and I's life, before we met Barnum and joined the circus. It was a good couple of hours we were talking, but it was great. I loved learning about Phillip and his life before me, isn't marriage all about the talking? Then, we go downstairs to eat, in the hotel dining room. The food is lovely, and we share a tiramisu afterwards for dessert. "I don't think I could possibly have another mouthful, you finish the rest," He says, leaning back in his chair. "Nonsense," I say. "Come on, it's just a bit left." I tell him- and of course, he eats the whole thing that remains without a problem. After dinner, we go for a walk, outside in the mountains. The moon is high in the sky, as it gazes over the mountains and the greenery, and reflects off the lagoons and lakes. "This is so beautiful," I tell my husband. "It's wonderful. This is such a cliché, but not its not as beautiful as you." He tells me, with a straight face. I turn to him, laughing. "Come on, Phillip, be more original!" I say, making him burst into laughter. We sit down on some moss, gazing into the unreal, stunning sky. I lie down, with my head on Phillip's lap, and we just sit in comfortable silence. Above me, Phillip murmurs under his breath, as he twiddles with my hair, trying to find a more 'original' phrase. "Got it!" Phillip says, loudly. "You are the moon, not because you have a round face, but because you shine with me, the sun, behind you." He finishes. It's so bad, I begin to laugh uncontrollably. "Oh, Phillip. I love you more than anything!" I say, and I say it only because it's true.
