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Post by Thatcher Scotts on Dec 30, 2008 3:40:26 GMT -5
It was only a brief moment before a waiter showed the Scotts family to a large table in a private section of the dining area. They were alone, which meant Adrien Wolff had not yet joined them, so Thatcher suspected he would be here soon.
There was an angry silence at the table. Alicia was still mad at him, and he suspected that she only came to be support for Gwen. Gwen, obviously, was fuming, but that was to be expected.
The purpose of the dinner was to get Gwen's feet wet. She could begin to see what would be expected of her, and if he had any luck at all, she might actually like Adrien when she gave him a moment. Even if she didn't, the marriage would still happen.
"It stops when he gets here."
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Post by Guinevere Scotts on Dec 30, 2008 3:40:44 GMT -5
Gwen looked up, giving her father an innocent look that said, 'whatever do you mean?' She knew perfectly well. Honestly, he was mad if he thought she was going to enjoy this dinner, or any of the others he planned for her in the future.
In fact, the only think she looked forward to tonight was the possibility of Justin coming later on, like she had begged him to do.
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Post by Adrien Wolff on Dec 30, 2008 5:18:47 GMT -5
Adrien had other things on his mind than his meet with his betrothed, afterall there were much more important things than meeting the woman he planned to spend the rest of his life with, such as spending an hour or two with his current mistress.
She was a woman who would satisfy, not some teenage girl straight out of school, but then again, this young flesh had breeding and a father whose influential name was more than appetizing, and Adrien, well he was hungry. He had a name of his own, and status of his own, it would be a good match, but the one thing that was assured to Thatcher was that he was capable of taming his future wife, and he would tame her too, whatever it took to do so.
When he did arrive he wasn't really late, but prompt rather and was immediately shown to the table, he was all smiles and charm, " Mr. Scotts." he announced meeting the man's eyes as he extended his hand to shake it. After that cordial greeting he turned to Gwen, " And my dear Guinevere." he smiled and exuded warmth, taking her hand and kissing the back of it then releasing her as was proper.
She had surprised him by being comelier than he thought she would be, but still he could almost see that willful defiance in her eyes.
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Post by Guinevere Scotts on Dec 30, 2008 19:31:59 GMT -5
Thatcher greeted the young man, nudging Gwen to do the same when she bristled.
She didn't want to be nice to him. Maybe if she was defiant and bratty, he would call it off. Then again, her father might kill her for that, quite literally.
"Good evening, Mr. Wolff," she said softly, though her eyes met his without hesitation. She motioned to the seat next to her. "Won't you please sit down."
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Post by Adrien Wolff on Dec 30, 2008 19:40:58 GMT -5
Adrien nodded and took the seat next to her. He didn't linger overlong in accessing her in case that might have put a bad impression off. He was here to impress the father, not his young bride to be, although he would be cordial and of course attempt to win over her affections, but if they didn't come, he didn't care.
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Post by Thatcher Scotts on Dec 31, 2008 1:59:34 GMT -5
Thatcher would give his daughter a look whenever he could without being seen, and he finally smiled at Adrien as a waiter poured all four of them a glass of wine.
He lifted his to his lips. "We're glad you could make it tonight," he said, nodding at the young man, and he looked at the two of them across the table. They looked like a good match, and watching the boy grow up gave him the confidence that Adrien could handle Gwen. It would leave him more time to focus on Timothy.
"I trust things are going well?"
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Post by Adrien Wolff on Jan 4, 2009 19:57:52 GMT -5
"Excellent sir." he nodded, " Just excellent." he took a sip of his own wine. " I'm pleased I was invited, I mean to say, I'm honored to be considered for your daughter's hand."He glanced towards Gwen, " Perhaps we can become better acquainted over a dance once we've ordered." his eyes were warmth personified, and his calm voice, turned to pure charm.
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Post by Guinevere Scotts on Jan 4, 2009 20:15:10 GMT -5
Gwen forced herself to smile. "That would be lovely," she replied, mostly only because her father was there. Merlin knew she would rather do anything else in the world, but she wasn't getting out of this tonight, so she might as well pretend to be happy and it could go by faster.
To her disdain, the waiter was suddenly at their table, as if even he were conspiring against her, ready to take their orders.
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Post by Adrien Wolff on Jan 5, 2009 5:00:32 GMT -5
Adrien nodded and turned his attention back to Thatcher, he could see the challenge in his spitfire of a fiance's eyes though she was trying to hide it, she was uncomfortable here, and that almost gave him an edge. He was not uncomfortable, he had nothing to lose, and her acceptance of him was not important.
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Post by Justin Scotts on Aug 20, 2009 15:54:57 GMT -5
Although Justin was seldom late, this time, it was unavoidable. He had to meet with someone concerning another item that he would need to acquire for the Dark Lord, and it took longer than expected. But at last he was able to extract himself and he made his way to Le Repas Cher to meet with his parents, Gwen, and Adrien Wolff.
He was really only going for Gwen's sake. She needed the moral support, and he had vowed that he would be there for her.
He entered the restaurant and was quickly shown to the table, where the waiter was already about to take their orders.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," he said as he approached the table. "It was unavoidable. You know how everything takes longer than it's supposed to, especially when you're on a schedule."
He gave Gwen a reassuring smile, then turned a cool gaze on Adrien. "I do hope you can forgive me, Mr. Wolff."
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Post by Adrien Wolff on Aug 20, 2009 18:46:56 GMT -5
"Of course." he said nodding to the man. They weren't too far off in age so Adrien extended his cordialness by continuing, "Call me Adrien...we're soon to be family after all." he nodded beliving that settled.
Smiling appropriately he continued to eye his future family. His assessment was peculiar, he knew he had Thatcher's support, he knew that young Gwen was against this, or perhaps she was simply angry for being forced, young girls and their temper tantrums, he did hope that she would grow out of it by their marriage otherwise he would have to take her to task. Then there was Justin, a man who like himself would probably be searching for a bride soon. Adrien supposed it was natural for the man to feel more protective of his sister, after all in this situation Adrien was the big bad wolf, pun intended.
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Post by Justin Scotts on Aug 20, 2009 23:20:19 GMT -5
Not if I have anything to say about it, Justin thought to himself. But his smile didn't slip. "Of course. Adrien," he replied.
He even had a stupid name, Justin said. Wasn't Adrien usually a girl's name?
"It's good to see you again. I hope you've been keeping my dear sister and father entertained in my absence."
He slid into a seat on the other side of Adrien, so that he was facing Gwen. "So, are we ordering champagne for the table?"
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Post by Adrien Wolff on Aug 21, 2009 0:16:12 GMT -5
His smile was answer enough. When the question of champagne came about Adrien agreed, "Oh I must insist. We should celebrate." he looked to thatcher to see his approval, then once more to his betrothed.
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Post by Justin Scotts on Aug 30, 2009 21:47:13 GMT -5
Justin picked up his menu and held it over his face so that no one could see him roll his eyes at Adrien. Merlin, the man was so pompous and conceited! Justin simply couldn't tolerate the man, and if his father really did intend to force Gwen to marry the git, it would really be punishing all of them. He couldn't imagine enduring holiday dinners with Adrien Wolff.
"So, what looks good today?" he asked idly.
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Post by Adrien Wolff on Oct 24, 2009 0:37:57 GMT -5
Believing Justin had asked him, since, the world revolved around him, Adrien made a noise that was along the lines of a hmm and something else that might have hinted at distaste, but there really wasn't anything anyone could find wrong with Le Repas Cher, it was the best restaurant in town anyway.
"I believe they know what I'm having." he answered with a smile. He had been here often enough if only to keep up appearances.
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Post by Guinevere Scotts on Oct 24, 2009 13:18:10 GMT -5
Gwen didn't actually think her family would have to endure holiday dinners with Adrien. He was acting so... royally perfect right now, but once he owned her (and she saw this marriage as nothing less than owning her) he wouldn't care to keep up appearances anymore. Either he wouldn't care and she would show up to holiday dinners alone, or she'd be forced to see his family on holidays.
Maybe that's what bothered her more than anything about him. She could already see that he just had a complete lack of apathy for her. She could be perfect for him, or she could completely act out, and he'd probably treat her exactly the same either way.
"I'm still looking," she replied to her brother softly. "What are you having? Maybe I'll order the same."
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Post by Adrien Wolff on Jan 14, 2010 7:27:36 GMT -5
Adrien was surprised by her question. He frowned slightly, not that he didn't appreciate her curiosity for his tastes but by the fact that he was being engaged at all by the girl made him briefly wonder about her. She was very young, and very pretty this new acquisition of his.
He smiled indulgently, "The duck." he answered without further intonation or conversation.
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Post by Guinevere Scotts on Jan 14, 2010 12:50:48 GMT -5
Gwen shot a look at her father at this answer from Adrien, as if to say, 'See? I'm trying and he's impossible!'
She didn't see how this could ever work. She didn't want to have to act out to get attention or have him even look at her. When he did look at her, she didn't even see anything in his eyes. How was she supposed to devote a life, or even children, to him?
Her gaze shifted from her father to Justin, giving him much the same look she'd given Thatcher. This was disasterous.
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Post by Justin Scotts on Jan 14, 2010 16:55:12 GMT -5
Justin was thinking along these same lines. Wolff was a bore. There was nothing there, nothing worth seeing. Did the man have an opinion about anything? Did he care about anything at all? He had all the passion of an inferius. And maybe that would have been fine for Gwen, because it would have allowed her the freedom to be herself…. But Justin knew that this match was meant to “tame” her. To Justin, this meant that Gwen would end up some dead-eyed pureblood housewife, like all the other girls he was used to seeing. The thought made Justin feel physically ill. Their mother wasn’t like that; why would Thatcher want that for his daughter?
“I believe I’ll have the lobster,” he said, shooting a look at his father. Merlin, this was awkward.
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Post by Adrien Wolff on Oct 10, 2010 17:17:23 GMT -5
Adrien if he cared to think about it, could understand Thatcher's position. Truth was High society males usually went through phases, and came in different types. Adrien was going through, although perhaps he had always been in, the indulgent phase. He liked pleasure for himself, and saw nothing wrong with taking what he wanted. He realized there were responsibilities that he would have to take care of later, such as getting a wife, and he would do so, and he would have a perfect wife befitting his station in life. Gwen fit into that role nicely.
Thatcher on the other hand was in a position that required more skillful handling, he had many children and needed to raise them all to their proper station, perhaps Adrien wasn't ideal for Gwen...but it was a good match and eventually would be good for her...at least in the sense of society's ways.
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