Orphan in Limbo

Identification

Elsa and Odette hold a show in one of the Florida's nightclubs. As the Howards watch the TV, all of a sudden they recognize somebody looking so similar even eerily resembling both of them. Is that their love child?

20th of March, 1962

Tonight Elsa and Odette had a spectacular show in one of the local nightclubs, singing duets together and entertaining the audience with covers of recently aired songs.

Odette's birthday was in a matter of couple of days only. The birthdays weren't always her cup of tea at all. Almost every birthday of the love child was obnoxiously nothing than a total disaster.

She recalled ideally in St. Ursula and Florida's orphanage how the bullies always ruined her birthday days as they turned out to be one of her worst, dreadfulest days ever in her life. Days, which were far from oblivion. Until Elsa emerged in her life, her life became better as the first her real birthday days turned out to be the most gleaming, fulfilled with felicity. Little did she know how much Elsa, Massimo and Evelyn significantly changed her life for better as if she was in seventh heaven.

For her 17th, the young woman received a mere, nonetheless ethereally unique silver pendant which magnificently matched with each garment she had on herself. Whereas on her 18th birthday, the present she recrived from her secondary family was actually a gramophone disk with Elsa Mars's songs, sign of their remarkable, extraordinary friendship. She couldn't be more content, besides feeling special and encompassed with love and warmness which she craved for years and lastly she earned it. It even molted her frail heart that rapidly, vigorously hammered in her chest.

While the both women were in the dressing room, fixing their make-up and dressing up themselves in exquisite outfits since they are going to hold a spectacular show tonight, the younger lady seated beside the dressing table, applying peach pink lipstick on her plumpish lips as she wore stone blue gown with round neckline and satin long sleeves, sleeving her brittle, milky arms as its hem was vaguely transparent, exposing partly her pantyhosed, as long as tower legs, shoed in black classy stilettos. In the interim, the German emigrant was putting mascara on her long, thick eyelashes.

They were all alone, fortunately. They had the entire freedom to discuss whatever it intrigued them as well.

"My darling, are you still nervous?" The blonde inquired with her firm German accent, accentuating her speech as she glimpsed at her protège with a tad, sparkling smile, distorted across her bloody red lips.

"A bit." The brunette confessed, pursing her lips shortly after applying her peach pink lipstick, hence, popping them up freely. Her heart sluggishly pulsated in her ribs, placing a hand on her chest as her palm was pressed on the gown's fabric, feeling the motion of its heartbeat. Meanwhile Odette sensed her cheeks heating as its sanguine nuance airbrushed her porcelain compplexion. Heated cheeks, in fact, she was exceedingly uneasy for the impending show where she should sing for a few hours with her friend until the midnight hours dawn. "I have never heard of this song until I realized we should sing it today. I mean, I worked so hard, practicing it by singing it again and again. Just for myself!"

"It's alright, mein Liebchen! I know you enough well to downheart yourself." The older lady opted to embolden the younger one as her optimism timelessly oozed from her.

The truth was Elsa knew excellently Odette as she kept her wits about her. Every emotion and feeling she has already expressed. The secrets she has kept. She was like readen book in the middle-aged mother's vision. The girl no longer could hide her despondent feelings and emotions which racked her, overthinking to conceal them from the German emigrant.