The Inheritance: Chapter 5 - Part II (Updated 11/14)
CuriousSimmer:
Here's a little preview video I made. It's crummy but I had fun doing it. Stay tuned for more...the Inheritance!
And for those of you who missed Chapter Two's preview:
GtSimsGirl1208:
whoa im liking it so far from what i saw in the preview!!!
Zorom:
Oh my god! Is that DANTE in the preview? Pressed up against that woman's face??
Btw, I LOVE THIS STORY!
CuriousSimmer:
The Inheritance
Chapter 3 - Prologue
March 1964
Two years passed, and a lot of things can change in two years.
Josephine went off to college in France...
...Marco went off to a monastery, much to the displeasure of Eva Giorelli...
...and Andre grew into a young man.
Lady Thornycroft fell ill to a mysterious disease...
...and Adela and Silvio got married.
My husband, Dante, won election to the government and moved to Rome to set up offices and a residence...
...where, unbeknownst to me and facing pressure and frustration at our distance, he began to flirt with disaster...
...until he began an affair that would change all our lives forever.
Yes. Two years had passed. And while many things have changed, many changes are yet to come.
CuriousSimmer:
The Inheritance
Chapter 3 - Part I
March 1964
Ever since Dante's victory in the election that everyone, including both of us, had expected him to lose, he had become quite a busy man. He had to set up a whole new life in Rome, coming home some weekends but spending most weeks away.
At first, we called each other at least once a day--I would call him in the morning after getting the children off to school, and he would call me in the evenings when he was done with his legislative duties. But lately it had occured that I was doing most of the calling.
"I'm sorry, darling. I can't come home this weekend, we have a budget meeting that I have to go to. Perhaps next weekend?"
"Well, all right," I said, half-expecting yet another governmental obligation that would keep my husband away. "Andre was so hoping...well, it doesn't matter. He'll understand."
"Apologize to him from me, would you? I wanted to make his recital but things have just gotten too busy here."
"I will."
"Are you having the ladies over tonight?"
"Oh yes, in fact I have a meatloaf in the oven."
"I won't keep you, then, darling."
"All right. Good night, Dante." I paused for a moment. "I love you."
"I love you too, Betty. Good night."
I hung up the phone and looked around my bedroom. Everything was neat and tidy, so much so that it felt like it was unused. It felt like no one even lived here, and indeed, I couldn't remember off the top of my head the last time I had spent the night here with Dante.
But I would have plenty of time later to dwell during the dark of the night. At this moment, I had a ladies' social gathering to host.
We met that night as we frequently did, in the sunroom of the villa, eating and chatting and gossiping. But that night was different: a cloud hung over the gathering. Lady Esther Thornycroft was very ill. Her mental condition had, in the past several months, been accompanied by a striking, wasting illness.
The empty chair that belonged to Lady Thornycroft stood empty, and Eleanor was gone as well, caring for her mother. But present were Mrs. Capricia Volante, Mrs. Adela de Luca, Judith O'Reilly, who had been granted an annulment after her husband fled from the authorities, and Angela Giorelli, who was technically still married despite the fact that her husband had been in a coma for two years.
"I can't understand why the real estate company is causing such trouble," said Judith, who had been wanting to buy a building downtown with her savings in which to open a new business. "They keep saying it's administrative work, but it's been going on for weeks!"
"I've heard that," said Adela. "Rumor has it some new group of investors is trying to buy up some of the properties. Maybe they're holding out on closing your sale in hopes of getting a better deal."
"Whatever it is, I'm tired of it," Judith confessed as the phone rang. I excused myself to go and answer it.
I hung up the phone a few moments later, feeling stricken. I couldn't put thoughts to words, nor convert the words I had just heard into actual meaning.
Slowly, I turned and walked back towards the sunroom.
"Ladies," I said. Something in my voice must have told them that I had something to say, and their voices died down.
"Ladies, I'm afraid...I'm sorry to have to tell you... Esther--Lady Thornycroft--died just a few moments ago."
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