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Chapter 22: Unexpected Sparks

As suggested by Arthur, Darcy went to visit an old colleague in regard to some consultation matter. As soon as the front door was opened, a familiar piano tune could be heard playing within. After greeting his friend, his curiosity willed him to search for the source. Nothing could prepare him for what he saw! For there, sitting on the piano bench near the window, was a little girl whose face he knew.

"Aster!" surprised, he approached and acknowledged her warmly nonetheless. At the same time, he could not stop hoping to see another familiar face.

"You know Aster?" A surprised Paul Bailey asked. "She's practicing as usual, Katherine just stepped out."

Paul was well acquainted with Arthur and Darcy. The two elder gentlemen were Darcy's professors and mentors during the university years.

"Indeed," Darcy responded. Unable to control his curiosity, he continued, "Where's the rest of the family?"

"So you're a friend of the family?" Paul deduced. "Well, Aaron's at a tennis tournament, otherwise he'd be here. They're usually here after school until Elyse comes to get them."

While still recovering from the pleasant surprise, Darcy remembered the main reason of the visit so he was obliged to attend to that first. The two men went into the library and immersed themselves at work. They were just about done when the doorbell rang.

"That must be Elyse and Aaron," Paul laughed, "let's surprise them!"

Paul was not disappointed. Elyse was literally speechless upon seeing Darcy in her neighbors' house. But she recovered soon enough. As she caught the twinkle in Paul's eyes, her astonishment rapidly turned to amusement.

"Darcy," she said, her eyes dancing, "what a surprise!"

"Your surprise can't be greater than mine." Darcy almost grinned.

Elyse turned to her neighbors, thanking for their kindness as usual. Her eyes found their way back to Darcy. Out of politeness, she offered.

"Would you like to drop by for a cup of tea?"

"Sure, I'll love to." Darcy's grin was now evident. Turning to the kind couple, he continued.

"Thanks for the information, Paul, we'll be in touch. By the way, Katherine, Arthur sends his regards."

With that, he followed Elyse to her home, which was only a few houses away.

While the family was getting ready for their guest, Darcy was left alone to survey his surrounding. Not only was this house smaller than the one he just visited, it was also much sparsely decorated, and with only the bare necessities.

Other than Pemberley, his other homes were by no means opulent; however, when compared with this, they seemed ornate. He winced at that contrast. He winced even more when knowing all of which was to accommodate him alone. Reality made him aware of how life must have been for Elyse. Anger raged within him: how could Glen forsake his former family so?

Nonetheless, this place did not suffer from its lack of worldly adornment. Quite the contrary, its pure simplicity, so inviting to one's soul, was far more fitting to be called 'home' than the most luxurious manor.

A small aquarium was located at one side of the entrance and a modest fireplace in front of the sofa. Various houseplants occupied otherwise vacant spaces. What luxuries lacked in this house were well make up for by items that the family deemed more important. Priceless and of sentimental values, they were the embodiment of the loving, striving family unit. Various art works, evidently created by Aaron and Aster, were proudly displayed. So were trophies, medals of honor, and certificates of merits from school and extracurricular activities. There were also photos, mostly of the children, taken during various milestones and special occasions.

Another sweep around the living area provided a good clue on the family's favorite pastime. Next to an upright piano were separate cases for a violin, a trumpet, and a guitar. Selected music sheets lay on the wooden music stand nearby. The vertical bookcases against the wall were well stocked. Other than volumes of books, journals, and magazines, the bottom selves were filled with board games and jigsaw puzzles.

Just when he was about to look at the photos more closely, Aaron asked him to join them for tea. Since a dining room was lacking, the dining area off the side of the kitchen served its purpose for the small family.

Once everyone was settled, Elyse began the polite inquiry, and in particular, what brought him to the neighbors. The children were soon excused in order to attend to their homework. Elyse was obliged to continue with the conversation.

"Clarke has wanted to come for a visit. Please tell him that he's welcome anytime."

"That reminds me of what he said the other day," said Darcy, "If your schedule allows it, do stop by after class. Nothing would please him more." Then with a knowing look, he continued, "As you're well aware, the university is only minutes away."

No sooner after he said it than a better idea struck him. Looking at her earnestly but tentatively, he entreated.

"By the way, Geoffrey's with me till the end of the week, and I'm sure he'd love to see all of you. I know this is late notice, but how about joining us for dinner tonight?"

While surprise was her immediate response, deep inside, she was pleased. Truth be told, whenever she was on her way to the parking lot after class, she often looked to the direction of Ackerley wistfully, and the thought of dropping by to see Clarke would cross her mind. But propriety had stopped her. Besides, although Clarke had treated her warmly, Darcy was another matter then. So when the invitation was now extended, she could not help feeling excited, especially knowing that Aaron and Aster would be thrilled to see Geoffrey. Nonetheless, politeness required her to obtain a confirmation.

"We'll be delighted, but we don't want to impose on you." She looked at him searchingly.

"Not at all. If it's fine with you, I'll call Clarke right now."

At Elyse's affirmative nod, with much elation, he called Clarke. Meanwhile, Elyse checked to see that all the schoolwork was in order.

Everyone, especially Darcy, was all anticipation. As they walked towards his car, quietly he hummed Für Elise, * the little tune that Aster was practicing earlier at the Bailey's. A quiet giggle from the little girl caused him to return a smile and a wink of his own. Smiling still, a tranquil pleasure swelled in his heart. How fortunate it was to have had stumbled upon this way to reach her!

Pleasure is very seldom found where it is sought. Our brightest blazes are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.**

Truer words were never spoken! But best of all, he was getting a little closer to her.

Upon seeing the guests, the usually reserved Clarke was visibly in glee. He greeted each, and especially Elyse, warmly. Having the advantage of youth, Geoffrey reacted even more fervently. He squealed and hugged the guests before leading his young friends to the entertainment room.

Half out of habit half out of apprehension, Elyse offered to help Clarke with the dinner that was imposed on him. After he repeatedly reassured her that everything was in order, she returned to the entrance area. It was then this realization struck her -- it was over a year and a half since she left Ackerley!

Cautiously, she glanced around, allowing her instinct be the guide. Conscientious of being a guest, she limited her exploration to the area entered. Other than a few more collections from the owner's travels, everything seemed unchanged. She found it odd that her sentiment of the place echoed the same, seemingly unaffected by her long absence. Just like the first time she set foot in it, she found everything appealed to her senses agreeably, finding in it a peculiar sense of belonging.

While these feelings remained constant, events in her life were quite otherwise. Trying to stop her spirit from a downward spiral, she reflected upon the pastime and the pleasure it recalled while staying at Ackerley. How fortunate she had found a friend such as Clarke! Moreover, how fortunate she had been given a second chance to know Darcy better! As if sensing her train of thought, the subject of her reverie walked towards her.

"Not much has changed since you left, I'm afraid." Darcy turned to her beseechingly, looking at her in wonder.

The sight of her in his dearest home was too poignant. As if time had stood still, as if she had never left, she blended in the ambiance with natural harmony. The warm glow from the crystal table lamp cast on her silhouette, softened her ivory profile and illuminated her glorious eyes.

As if that warm glow had reached that sacred place in his heart, his deepest emotions began to take on their familiar journey. The desire that accompanied his fondest wish resonated in his eyes, which burned into her as she met them.

Caught in his mesmerizing gaze, Elyse groaned inwardly, "He did it again!" Except this time, when their eyes met, her breath stopped in her throat. Perhaps it was the intimacy induced by the familiar setting, she felt an unfamiliar warmth radiating from her innermost core.

For what seemed like an eternity, they fixed on each other in a trance, each had much on their mind.

Knowing the depth of his feelings, Darcy was afraid what he might do if he did not find refuge soon. A few seconds of desperate attempt came to pass and the spell was broken when he resumed the exchange.

"About the class you're taking this semester, I just remember there are some journals you might find useful. Would you like to see them?"

Relieved to be released from his captive gaze, Elyse nodded. They walked side by side up the stairs to the small library upstairs. True to his words, he brought out the reference materials. After thanking him, she began to inspect the collection in earnest.

After putting aside a few articles for further examination, Elyse gave her body a well-deserved stretch. As she searched for the host in the adjacent office, something on the huge mahogany desk caught her attention. Smiling, she walked briskly towards it.

"Oh! I suppose you don't need him anymore!" She exclaimed, while patting the Get Better Bear *** with delight.

As soon as she approached, Darcy's attention was focused on the vision before him. An enigma, she never ceased to surprise. At this moment, the combination of her impulsivity and innocence presented an endearing picture of a child. He smiled in spite of himself. Unbidden, the fond memory of his surprise upon receiving this well-wish token flooded his mind.

However, being so close, the sight of her, compounded with that unique scent of hers, was too intoxicating. Every fiber of his being cried out for her. Even knowing he should avert his gaze, even knowing his expression may bare his soul, he was too spellbound to move.

As he continued to stare at the original before him, a phantom one he envisioned so many months ago returned to haunt him.

Didn't he think he saw her right here that eerie rainy afternoon? Wasn't he so elated that he tried reaching out to her, only to find it was his imagination playing tricks on him? And... and what about afterwards?

When he came to that part, the anguish he felt then returned to him now in full force.

Staring at her still, how he ached to reach out to touch her dear face, if only just to authenticate her presence, that she was not his imagination this time! Oh, but he couldn't!

With resignation, he got up from the chair and took the bear from her. While fondling it, he finally responded.

"Perhaps I don't now, but I was glad that he was there when I did."

The anguish on his face did not go unnoticed. It was obvious that she had unwittingly brought up some unpleasant memories. It was then that her long-held remorse urged her to confess.

"I should have visited you then," she said self-reproachfully. "How unfeeling of me! Especially you're so kind, offering me a place to stay. Although my life was a mess then, that was no excuse. Will you please forgive me?" She looked at him pleadingly.

Her eyes, he was sure he was going to drown in them. Unable to meet them, he lowered his. However, when he saw her clasping her hands anxiously, it was enough to push him over the edge. Overcame with emotions, he put the bear away and took her hands in his.

"There's nothing to forgive," he reassured her hoarsely, in a tone barely above a whisper.

The electric feeling he effected was immediate. For the second time within this contracted span, he educed such feelings, which like a flash flood, threatened to sweep her away to a territory totally foreign to her. Having traversed the spectrum of life, she had thought herself experienced in the matter of human emotions. However, feeling what she was feeling at the present, she could not help questioning the soundness of that basis.

Looking down at their clasped hands while yielding to the feelings he continued to elicit, oddly enough, she never felt safer. More oddly still, she did not want to let go of her hands nor her feelings. Nonetheless, when these same feelings began to unsettle her, her self-defense warned her to diffuse them, and to refrain from being submitted.

Thankful for not having completely lost her wits and seeing this as a perfect opening to satisfy her curiosity, she probed gently.

"When I met Arthur over the summer, he mentioned about your health. I'll never forget the look on his face. I imagine you caused quite a fright. Don't mean to intrude, but what happened?"

As she spoke, she searched his face for remnant of the fragility she once beheld. As if trying to ease his anguish, without thinking, she let go of her right hand from his possession, reached out and touched his face. To her, it was a maternal instinct, a natural gesture she had done countless time to comfort Aaron and Aster.

But its effect was felt most acutely. Both her question and action stunned him with such magnitude that, for a few seconds, distress could be read plainly in his every feature. While struggling for some equanimity, a constricted, inaudible sob escaped him.

Still trembling at her touch, gently but firmly, he removed her hand from his face and repossessed it in his hold. It was then that he felt composed enough to contemplate a response.

He had never, and would probably never, revealed the cause of that calamitous event. Besides, what was there to reveal anyway?

Yet, memory of the despair then and the turmoil stemmed from the extraneous stimuli now were all too overwhelming. Unknowingly, he closed his eyes and tightened the hold of his hands on hers.

What could he tell her? Other than by the grace of God, he was still alive. So that now he was able to be with her, to laugh with her, to share their thoughts, to hold her hands, and... and to hope to do so much more?

He longed to tell her all that was in his heart. Perhaps someday... but not now, she was far from ready, and he would never intentionally cause her distress. He would not jeopardize what he had gained. Above all, he must help her to relinquish her past.

After a deep sigh, he looked up, and in a constrained voice, he uttered the long-awaited response.

"I'd rather not talk about it, now that I have that behind me."

Although he tried to suppress them, traces of anguish still lingered on his face. Elyse could not help admonishing herself for being so insensitive. Evidently, that episode was personal, and something he would rather forget.

Moreover, to her horror, she just realized she had touched his face! It was definitely intrusive, but it must have been repulsive too, because no sooner her hand touched his face than he removed it.

What induced her to act so presumptuously?

Displeased and embarrassed by her rash behavior, she blushed while thinking, "What'd he think of me?"

Sensing her uneasiness, he blamed himself. He decided that before this interview ventured into any more perilous detours, it must be brought back on course immediately.

After savoring the feelings of their hands together for just a few seconds longer, gently, he untangled his. Then, feigning a lighter tone, he inclined his head slightly and offered.

"I think dinner should be ready soon, shall we?"

* Für Elise (Ludwig van Beethoven)

** Samuel Johnson

*** Feel Better Bear (See Chapter 17 for instructions to see what it looks like)

Chapter 23: Beyond This Song

"Elyse!" a very happy Clarke exclaimed as he opened the double door of the main entrance.

"Hello Clarke, I hope I'm not intruding," laughed Elyse merrily as she walked in. "I thought I'd take up Darcy's invitation. He has assured me that I can drop by while I'm in the area."

"He's right on that account and you're most welcome!" Clarke was still smiling while taking the jacket from Elyse.

"Today's last day of school before winter recess, so the professor let us out early. And I don't have to rush home, Aaron and Aster will be picked up by their father right after school."

"That's great! Why don't you join us for dinner then?"

"Oh! I don't want to inconvenient you again, we've done that last week already!"

"You can come as often as you like, I'm sure the master doesn't mind," Clarke put in slyly, while keeping an impassive face.

Indeed, the recent changes in Darcy did not go unnoticed, and especially for Clarke, who had served the family all these years. Although he was not certain to what ascribed the recovery, he had his suspicion. But that suspicion was not confirmed until last week when Elyse and her family were here. During the entire evening, Darcy hardly took his eyes off her. In retrospect, he remembered he had done that often even when she was staying here. If he were allowed to be presumptuous, he would think the master had high regard for her even then. Maybe he was imaging too much, but if his supposition were correct, that would explain a great deal. Of course, respecting the private nature of his master, he kept this speculation all to himself. A response from his guest refocused his attention.

"Really, Clarke, it's very kind of you, but as a working parent, there are always so much needs to be done. Just a few more minutes and I'll be on my way."

Truth be told, she had purposely come to see Clarke as soon as school was over, thinking that she would not cross path with Darcy. She found it disconcerting that memory of their last encounter managed to repeat itself in her mind during unguarded moment. Fortunately, she had not seen him afterwards. Moreover, as her project was winding down, it was imminent that her service would end soon.

Clarke was about to protest when they heard footsteps coming their way.

As soon as Darcy drove into the back parking lot and saw the familiar vehicle, his entire being swelled with exultation. With uncharacteristic haste, he got out from his car and walked into the great house. He did not have to go far before hearing the familiar voice. Smiling and heart racing with anticipation, he continued with his stride. He was not disappointed. As he reached the threshold of his destination, a familiar domestic scene came into view.

By now, Clarke and Elyse were aware of Darcy's arrival. Unanticipated of this turn of event, Elyse could not help looking at him warily; and almost immediately, her smile was somewhat dampened.

Her intended subject was more in tune with her emotions than she was aware of. To be the cause of her distress was the last thing Darcy had ever wanted. Therefore, he held his smile, trying to put his guest at ease.

"Hey!" he addressed her in uncharacteristic playfulness, with an obvious pleasure of seeing her.

Her reaction was all he had wished. She was visibly surprised by his casual manners. Soon, an endearing smile returned to the face he so coveted.

Although her apprehension was lifted, Elyse also remembered her last exchange with Clarke. This would be the perfect time to make an exit.

"I thought I took up your open invitation," she smiled archly at Darcy. Then turning to Clarke, she continued.

"Well, Clarke, it was good seeing you, and I assure you that I'll drop by once in a while."

With that, she asked for her jacket. Clarke hesitated while looking at Darcy beseechingly. Taking the clue, Darcy took command of the situation.

"Now that you're finally here, do stay a little longer." Eyes gleaming, he teased, "You don't want me to suppose that you only came here because of Clarke, do you?"

Before Elyse could protest, taking the advantage of her guilty conscience, he continued, "How about staying for dinner? If that's fine with you?"

While the two thus conversing, Clarke watched in wonder. For the life of him, he had never seen Darcy demonstrating such behaviors. Truth be told, he did not mind it at all. In fact, he felt he should use more of the kind, as it certainly injected liveliness into his otherwise sterile life.

Elyse was no less surprised than Clarke was. Not only had she never seen this side of Darcy, she had never thought it possible. She was equally exasperated by his tact, which while seemingly playful, left no room for negotiation. Moreover, when he looked at her like that, she found her mind befuddled. For a few milliseconds, tried as she may, she could not find a way to retaliate. That little amount of time was enough for her host to assume that his offer had been accepted.

A distinct sense of déjà vu flooded Elyse throughout dinner. But there was more. Perhaps it was because she had come to know Darcy better, she found this evening more enjoyable than before. As if the evening were determined to be a memorable one, it took on yet another turn as it progressed. After dinner, Darcy suggested attending a concert in town. Pleading for household chores, Clarke left the two on their own. Unable to feign an excuse, Elyse was obligated to accept the invitation.

Although the local Symphony Hall did not measure up to the renowned venues, it had its charms. According to Darcy, its Board members had a keen sense of quality. Over the years, they had been successful in inviting some of the most lustrous performers. The performance that night could definitely attest to that vision. As the conductor-less Orpheus Chamber Orchestra performed Vivaldi's glorious Four Seasons, it made one realized that it was not the grandeur of the concert hall that mattered.

By the time they returned to Ackerley, the night had long since set in. As soon as Elyse emerged from the vehicle, she gazed into the stars above and sighed with satisfaction. What an evening it was! It was definitely a memorable one, filled with genuine friendship and beautiful music. Her heart was too full; she did not remember the last time she had felt this way. Even knowing that it was only transient, she chose to savor the feeling of the dust of everyday life being washed away from her soul.

As she turned to the man who made this wonderful night possible, gratitude filled her. On its own, a heartfelt smile graced her face and reflected in her eyes. Nothing needed to be said, for her eyes expressed all that was in her heart.

And the sentiment was fully reciprocated. The time Darcy spent with Elyse this night surpassed all he had previously experienced. The only trouble was, like a child who had finally tasted sweets, his insatiable appetite demanded more. Seeing the smile on her face and in her eyes, he was rooted on the spot. How he wished she could be his forever! Moreover, how he wished the gratitude in her eyes could turn to something more -- something mirroring what was in his heart.

That familiar expression in Darcy's eyes brought Elyse back to the present. As the danger it had recently invoked was still vivid in her mind, she felt it necessary to begin.

"Well, thanks for the wonderful evening, I really enjoyed it."

"So did I."

Perhaps it was the stars above, perhaps it was the stars in her eyes, but even feeling what he was feeling, he did not know what had induced him to act so boldly. Without a thought and as natural as the night air, he drew her close and bestowed a lingering kiss on her cheek. Releasing her, he was thankful for the darkness. His rioting emotion aside, the burning sensation on his face and trembling frame would render him helpless in justifying his action without baring his soul.

Startled and speechless, she straightened herself. Trying to dispel the odd sensation and to calm the thudding of her heart, she arched her brows before returning a quick, friendly peck on his cheek. Without waiting for his reaction, she said as soon as she was recovered.

"Good night, thanks again for the lovely evening."

With that, she got into her car. She knew that he was still standing in the starry night as she drove away. However, she did not know that he stayed that way for a long, long time.

Indeed he did. His action had surprised himself, and he could hardly recover from her response. Even knowing her gesture was only casual, nothing more than innocent friendship, its effect was felt much more differently. In fact, her kisses left something to be desired... the rest of her. * His longing for her triggered the memory of that impetus kiss that night so long ago in Pemberley. As it usually happened, he felt his pulse racing and that all too familiar twinge deep within his heart. It was not until much, much later that he could command himself enough to go inside.

As a company tradition, Arthur hosted a party a week before the holidays. This year, Elyse was also invited. Her reaction was mixed. Naturally, she was surprised since she was not an employee. But the other reaction was more ingrain, having much to do with Glen. Because of his possessiveness, he never approved her socializing beyond the working hours. The rule had become so well established that all work-related social invitations were declined without exception. Perhaps trying to justify this oppressiveness, she had convinced herself that workwise, she preferred to be judged by her capability and not superficiality. Out of habit, she declined Arthur's invitation as soon as she received it.

To her surprise, Arthur was very much offended. Arthur took great pride in the company that he and Darcy founded. He took special measures in recruiting the right people to accept the challenges they imposed on them. Over the years, he took great care in cultivating a work environment that fostered not only individual growth but also team spirit, and where open communications were encouraged. Besides, he did not approve anyone lightly. So when Elyse declined, he took it quite personally. For the first time since their acquaintance, he spoke to her in a less-than-amiable way.

"Is our company not to your liking?" he suggested in a chilly tone.

Elyse was taken aback by his reaction. After taking a deep breath, she met him in full gaze as she deflected his accusation, "Quite the contrary, Arthur."

Feeling that it was only fair to give him an honest answer, after all, he had been so accommodating, she continued.

"I've hardly ever attended company social function beyond the regular hours because I don't feel comfortable in it. And with family and all, I seldom have the time."

Arthur was expecting some kind of excuse, so he was surprised at her honest confession. His face and tone softened considerably. Besides, he always had a soft spot for her.

"I understand," he reassured her, "but do you think I'm the kind of person who likes to waste everyone's time? If you're happy with the people you've been working with so far, I assure you that you'll meet more at the party."

Elyse was moved, but habit was not formed overnight nor could it be broken so easily. She dwelled on his invitation but remained silent. Seeing her hesitation, Arthur continued.

"I'd really like you to come. Now that the scope of your project has expanded substantially, I can safely say that it'll expand even more soon. This would be the perfect opportunity to get to know the others."

Actually, Arthur had been contemplating offering Elyse a full-time position. For practical reason, definitely. She possessed all the desirable qualities, and the competency she demonstrated had received repeated accolade both inside and outside the company.

However, there was a more compelling reason, one that was more of a personal nature. His good opinion, bestowed on her the first time they met, had increased when he saw how she had determined to overcome adversities instead of giving into them. Amidst havoc in her life, she remained undaunted, meeting demands from her family, work, and study alike. By offering her a permanent position, he believed he could help her. He had not revealed his intention with Darcy yet, but he was confident he would approve. Yes, he planned to broach the subject just before the holidays. This way, she would have plenty of time to consider it.

Meanwhile, Elyse reconsidered Arthur's invitation. No, she had to admit that Arthur was a man with substance, hardly the kind to waste time in absurdity. This assignment had been so rewarding and invigorating that, even at times when she was exhausted, her mind urged her to continue. Besides, she had to acknowledge that such fulfilling experience could only be achieved through working with competent, amiable staff. With that thought, her decision was made.

"Arthur, you've always managed to convince me," she smiled up at him. Waving her hands in mock defeat, she continued, "There, that was not so bad, was it?"

"No, it wasn't!" Her smile was infectious. Laughing, he put in, "Let me assure you that you won't be disappointed!"

With a mixture of apprehension and anticipation, Elyse arrived at the party. Determined to enjoy the evening, she took the trouble of buying a new dress, a luxury she seldom indulged. Fell just below her knees, save for the two thin straps, the dark emerald velvet dress bared her shoulders and provided an enticing view of her legs and slender ankles. No adornment was needed for her naturally lustrous hair, which fell freely halfway to her back. As usual, she was unaware of the captivating picture she presented.

Arthur's' residence was stately yet inviting. As she entered the entry foyer, her spirit was heightened by the joyous decorations within. Arthur was the first to greet her.

"Elyse!" he cried, leading her by the arm, "You're finally here! Please make yourself at home. Let me introduce you to some of the folks here."

Indeed Arthur introduced Elyse around. It was not long before she found herself enjoying the party, and particularly the people there. Soon, the first music selection pronounced the beginning of dancing for the evening.

"Elyse," she heard Steve's voice, "On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined. ** "

Before she could respond, she found herself carried off to the dance floor.

"I don't think you know what you're getting into," she admonished once she found her footing. "And it's only fair to inform you that you're now dancing with perhaps the klutziest person in the world!"

"All I can say is this: it's my pleasure," Steve countered with a silly grin on his face.

He had been anticipating for the evening, hoping her as his partner for the first dance. Now that his wish was granted, how could he not feeling bubbly inside? As if to ensure it was not a dream, he searched her face for that enticing smile and those laughing eyes. After finding them, he sighed, feeling a sense of contentment he had never felt before.

It was then that he felt as if a lightning bolt had struck him. It was then that he realized it was time to be honest with himself. However, at the verge of doing anything unprecedented invariably induced fear. Although he had prided himself of being undaunted, so troubled by this awakening that he chose to ignore his heart's whisper. As if to strengthen that resolve, he retained his well-tempered flippant façade.

"You look smashing tonight." His observation was accompanied by a deliberate, caressing, and thorough glance at her person.

"Thanks, you're too kind," impervious, she countered, "you're quite smashing yourself, but you've probably heard enough of that from the other women in the room. But I say it just the same, knowing how much you like compliment!"

"Are you consulting your own feelings or gratifying mine?" He said with mock horror.

"Yours, all yours." She could not help poking fun at him.

As it turned out, Elyse had more than her shares of dancing that evening. She was just returning from one when Steve engaged her for another.

Unbeknownst to either of them, at that moment, Darcy arrived. Due to adverse weather conditions, he was delayed at the airport when returning from a business trip. By the time he was freshened up and ready, the party was well in progress.

His busy schedule had deprived of seeing Elyse since she came to Ackerley the other day. The more he was in her company, the more he wanted to be with her. Since time with her was limited, he treasured every minute of it, and equally, looked forward to it with anticipation. He had high hope for the evening; unfortunately, the untimely delay had forfeited it. It was no wonder his frame of mind was far from pleasant when he finally arrived. And it only worsened when no sooner after he entered the foyer than he saw Elyse in Steve's arm, dancing.

"Darcy!" exclaimed Arthur, "You're finally here! I was beginning to worry. I hope everything went well in Paris?"

With great difficulty, Darcy tried to appear composed as he responded. However, tried as he might, he could not force down the queasy feeling swelling within him as his eyes found their way back to the troubling source.

"Yes, everything's in order," he replied, "I apologize for being late, I was delayed at the airport."

"Don't feel uneasy," Arthur patted his back, "Come, enjoy the evening!"

Regardless of how he felt, Darcy knew that as an executive, he must act his part. He proceeded to mingle with his staff while keeping a wary eye on a certain couple on the dance floor.

When the music stopped, Steve led Elyse to the refreshment-stand while continuing with their conversation. They were so engrossed that the tall figure nearby continued to escape them until Steve took notice.

"Darcy, where have you been? The party is in full swing!" Turning to Elyse, he grinned, "And I have the honor of dancing the first dance with this very desirable partner!"

Saving Darcy's trouble of responding, Elyse inquired, "Good evening! Arthur has been asking for you. He said you have some business in Paris, how did it go?"

Darcy fixed his gaze on her. She was truly a sight to behold. Still recovering from the recent activity, her cheeks were flushed and eyes glowing. As she spoke, her voice mixed with intermittent rapid breaths. While fully aware of the captivating picture she presented, his feelings for her had long since transcended all pretense and superficiality. To him, she was all he needed. He was so affected by her presence that the possessiveness in him caused his eyes to smother. His clenched his jaw and swallowed. He had this sudden urge of pulling her into his arms and... Shocked at the heedless path his thought was taking, he stopped himself.

"The meeting went well as expected," he forced himself to speak. "There was some delay at the airport, that's all." Turning to Steve, he continued. "There're some details you need to follow-up with. Please make arrangement to go there next week." Steve nodded at his instruction.

The music resumed. Steve applied Elyse for another dance but she declined. As Steve left to find his amusement, the other two remained standing, neither one knew what to say next. Still unsettled by her presence and irritated by the delay and disappointment, Darcy's former aloofness returned. As if sensing his distress, she could not feel less at ease. Fortunately, the quandary was broken when Arthur approached.

"Darcy," Arthur began, "I hope you don't mind me taking Elyse away from you for a few moments. I want to introduce her to the group over there."

As the evening progressed, Elyse had to admit that Arthur was right after all. Long before the night was over, her good opinion of the company was reaffirmed. Being a worker for many years, she was never more impressed with any company until now. Perhaps it was in a different industry sector, somehow, she found a sense of belonging in here.

Standing near the windows, she glanced down at her wristwatch. It was then that she realized it was getting late. Although there was no need for her to rush home, Aaron and Aster were well cared for by the dear neighbors; still, she was not used to staying out this late. She was about to take her leave with Arthur when she heard the familiar voice addressing her.

"May I have this dance?"

She turned and found herself looking into the pair of eyes she knew so well. In them, she saw the familiar expression, but she also saw trepidation. Unconsciously, and as if trying to relief his distress, she allowed to be led onto the dance floor.

To her surprise, they were dancing to the same song -- All The Things You Are *** -- that they had first danced together at Richard and Charlotte's engagement party so long ago. As soon as she recognized it, she looked up at him archly and broke the silence.

"Looks like we haven't gone beyond this song."

Darcy was no less surprised than she was. After all, what were the chances that two people dancing to the same song when they had only danced two dances all together?

He looked down at the dear creature in his arms. Like no other woman, somehow she managed to elicit conflicting emotions simultaneously in him. Like a torch, she ignited feelings that even he did not know he possessed. Yet, like a balm, she also soothed him. He could feel the irritation and disappointment draining from him as he basked in her glorious eyes, touched her smooth shoulders, and inhaled her unique, spirited scent. When he was finally relaxed, unknowingly, a heartened smile graced his handsome face as he disagreed with her assertion.

"Oh, I think we have."

Lately, she noticed he had managed the knack of throwing her off guard. While feeling quizzical at his remark, she was caught more by his smile. The smile, which combined with the darkening expressions in his eyes, was so magnificent and so became him that she found her heart stopping during its duration. Her face must have conveyed her feelings because her partner was alarmed.

"Something's the matter?" he asked gently. There was nothing she did that did not do something to him.

"Oh, n...nothing, nothing's the matter," she replied after regaining some of her senses. "It has been a long night, and I'm not used to this kind of event, that's all."

"Would you like to stop?" He asked.

"No, we may as well finish the dance, it's almost over anyway," she shook her head.

As if by mutual agreement, they remained silent, each immersed in their own thoughts. Darcy could not help thinking and comparing this dance with the last. How hopeless he felt then! Although nothing was certain, at least how he had every reason to hope.

What went on Elyse's mind was another matter. Experienced as she was, lately her responses whenever she was around him perplexed her greatly. Moreover, she found his unpredictable behaviors confusing. Just before this dance, his aloofness almost drove her to distraction. Yet, he could be so amiable, just like now... Fortunately or unfortunately, the music ended, thus putting an end to her puzzled mind.

As Darcy led Elyse off the floor, he could not help feeling a little anxious. Towards the latter part of the dance, she was unusually quiet. Concerns were clearly written in his face as he inquired gently.

"Do you need someone to take you home?"

"No, that won't be necessary, I can manage."

Yes, he knew that without a doubt. He sighed. He continued to look at this woman lovingly, wondering whether she would ever know how much she meant to him. Unbidden, his eyes searched for Steve, who was now dancing with another woman. His face darkened as his mind tried to formulate some plans.

Meanwhile, after glancing at her watch one more time, Elyse decided that she must leave now. Out of politeness, she informed him.

"It's getting late, I'm afraid I must take my leave. Enjoy the rest of the evening."

After saying that, she walked across the room to find Arthur. She was about to bid her farewell when Steve interrupted.

"Leaving so soon, Elyse? How about one more dance?" He asked pleadingly.

"No, but thanks anyway," she smiled. "I was just saying to Arthur that I'm quite worn out, and I must leave before it's too late. Good night!"

Steve could not hide his disappointment. Nonetheless, he bid his farewell. With his eyes, he followed her longingly until she disappeared beyond the front door. So absorbed in his own thoughts that he was unaware of another pairs of eyes doing just the same.

* Author Unknown
** Lord Byron
*** All The Things You Are (See Chapter 9 for lyrics)

Chapter 24: Where I Belong

"Elyse, do you have the client portfolio I gave you the other day?" Steve asked as soon as he walked into his office early one morning.

"Good morning to you too," Elyse greeted him first instead of answering. Today was one of those days she was needed at the premises. In response to his inquiry, she took a quick glance at her desk. It did not take her long to form a reply since the desk she seldom occupied was nearly empty.

"No, I don't have it. I gave it back to you, remember?" She reminded him.

He stopped on his track and thought for a few seconds, then finally remembered where he had left it. He was visually flustered.

"Now I remember, I took it home the other day," he said with resignation and crashed into his leather seat. "Only minor detail here, without it, we cannot finish this blasted report, which I need before getting on that plane tonight, and that's the reason you're here today in the first place!"

"You can go home and get it," she suggested logically.

"That, I can certainly do," he answered sardonically. "Except that by the time I'm back, we won't have enough time to work on it." While looking at her, an idea suddenly struck him as he snapped his fingers.

"That's it! Come home with me, we can finish it there!" He exclaimed, obviously pleased with his brilliant idea.

Elyse's eyes immediately widened. Her expressions must have betrayed her because Steve smiled wickedly and let his observation known.

"I don't bite, you know," he remarked, fully enjoying her discomfort. "And this is strictly business. Besides, I don't get involved with people at work. You've heard me saying that many times over, haven't you?"

While he was making sport of her, she opened her mouth a few times, trying in vain to intercept. Finally when he was done talking, she collected her wits and retorted.

"Perhaps you've overestimated your appeal just a little?" She threw back at him. Someone really needed to deflate this man's ego a little.

It was his turn to be speechless. Satisfied with the shift in control, before he could rebuke, she decided to focus on the issue at hand. Since the situation must be dealt with, she better had her say in it! With that, her decision was made as she continued.

"Nonetheless, vanity is a moot issue at the present. The real issue does warrant extra measures. Are you ready? Let's go!"

With that, she collected her belongings and started walking out before he could response. It was a few seconds before he realized what was happening. Having the advantage of longer strides, he caught up with her before the front door of the building slammed on his face. All the while he continued to mutter something incoherent, which she chose to ignore.

The townhouse that Steve lived in was a good distance from work. After she parked her car, Elyse followed him inside. Out of habit, she surveyed her surroundings upon entering.

The place suits its owner perfectly, she thought to herself. Of mostly modern décor, it was filled with furniture of predominately oak and in Mission style. Instead of curtains, windows were dressed with blinds that complimented the unique character of each room. Various decorative objects were aesthetically displayed. Overall, the place bespoke masculinity and vibrancy. However, notwithstanding that it was very pleasing and inviting, she did not immediately find a sense of belonging in it. With Ackerley, however, she felt that elusive sensibility resonated in her even from the very beginning. At this revelation, she wondered what drove her to compare the two places in the first place.

While Elyse was thus pondering, Steve watched her from afar in uncharacteristic silence. As soon as she recollected the reason for being here, she turned to him and began.

"Well, if we were ever to finish that report, we better get going." She looked around and continued, "Now, where it that ever-so-important portfolio?"

For the next few hours, they worked in earnest. Finally, the only thing left was for putting all the pieces together. While Elyse continued to work diligently, Steve leaned back on his chair and heaved a big sigh of relief. Looking up from the pile of paper for the first time, he realized that they had worked through lunch.

"I'm afraid I've worked you mercilessly," he said to Elyse apologetically. "I owe you a well-deserved lunch. There's a decent restaurant nearby, how about it?"

"I'd rather finish this and go home, if you don't mind," she answered, without looking up from her work.

Now he really felt remorse. Sighing deeply, he offered, "Let me see what I can find in the kitchen before I starve you to death!"

Just when Elyse was putting the final product inside a secure envelope, Steve returned and motioned her to join him.

"It's nothing much, but I think it's edible. Since I'll be gone for the next two weeks, the perishable supplies are at their minimum."

To her surprise, a decent lunch was laid on the table. Truth be told, she was hungry. With a smile, she acknowledged her appreciation. They proceeded with ease and conversed in their usual friendly manner.

It was during this time Elyse learned that Steve had a strong root in France. Although he put it quite casually, she got the impression that his family was quite prominent. She was not surprised because there was always this special aura about him. He had never elaborated on it, but for some people, it was unnecessary. Just like Darcy... She could not help her thought drifting to that particular person, and that thought somehow held her, kept her. It was not until Steve tapped on top of her head that she was finally brought back to the present.

"Hello! Are you still here?" He teased. So high in spirit was he that not even the upcoming travel could unsettle him. Yet, the mere thought of it managed to dampen his spirit somewhat. He had always looked forwards to spending the holidays with his family. Oddly enough, somehow this year he felt different. Unbidden, a shade of wistfulness overcast his usual sunniness as his eyes lingered on his companion.

"Yes, but not for long." Caught, Elyse was mortified that her mind was adrift. "I think we are done, and I better be going." Trying to response in like manner, she wiggled her eyebrows and continued, "Otherwise, if your friends find me here, they'd be seriously displeased."

No sooner after she uttered these words than his face turned pale. For some reason, she thought he was offended. But she was not about to retract, as she did not think she acted any differently around him than before.

Indeed, although he knew she spoke in jest, her remarks devastated him. Is that how she sees me? With eyes ablaze, he looked at her in dismay. Many thoughts, both rational and irrational, rushed to him, urging him to put them into action with the hope of silencing her. But how could he do any of that without first taking the risk he had been dreading? Ignoring his heart's whisper again, he braved her with his usual façade.

"Such acquaintances don't belong in my house," he drawled.

To say that she was surprised would be an understatement. She could not have mistaken his lifestyle, it seemed to be common knowledge. Nonetheless, she did not really want to dwell on it; it was certainly not something she liked to discuss. By now, she regretted ever making that comment. As usual, she tried to deflect it as lightly as possible.

"Oh? Well, that is certainly your prerogatives. Anyway, as I was saying, I really need to get going!"

With that, she got up and returned to the study. She found the envelope and handed it to him. "I think we have everything covered. If not, give me a call. Have a save trip and enjoy the holidays! And thanks for lunch."

Since there was no other reason to detain her, he was obliged to let her go. However, tried as he may, he could not dispel the dull ache that had been plaguing him lately as he watched her walking away from him.

As expected, Elyse had more time for herself during winter recess. Leisurely, she took her favorite seat on the loveseat in the living room. Watching the golden amber and feeling the warm glow emanated from the fireplace, she reflected on the last weeks before the year bade its adieu.

This year's holidays were quite eventful, more bustling then any she could remember. The three of them enjoyed a private and lovely Christmas Eve at home. On Christmas Day, they were invited to Glen's place. Time had eased most of the awkwardness. As usual, Glen was attentive with Aaron and Aster while being indifferent towards her. His wife was pleasant enough. Although she felt genuinely happy for the couple, she could not help feeling a little out of place, and sadly, perhaps a little lonesome.

Would she ever find another? Or rather, would she ever find someone who could really understand her, and share her thoughts and dreams, which she had always found lacking with Glen?

She remembered telling Richard that never again would she give that a thought. She still held the same conviction. Besides, realistically, she was painfully aware of the disadvantage of her situation. Really, what did she possess that could tempt any sensible man? Certainly not desirability. Wasn't that what drove Glen away in the first place? Certainly not financial assets either. She could barely support herself. The existence of two young children, no matter how delightful they were, only worsened the prospect. It did not take a genius to conclude that the probability of anyone giving her even the slightest consideration was nil.

But the real question remained: did she really need anyone at this point of her life? All things considered, she was quite content with the status quo. Once she had reconciled to the marriage resolution, she was at peace with herself. Focusing on rebuilding her life, she seldom had time to contemplate the idea of needing another companion. Now the center of her world, Aaron and Aster were also her main source of emotional comforts. Her work and study helped fill the remaining void in her life, keeping her invigorated. In retrospect, she had to admit that the life afforded by her current marital status was much better than before. Without Glen, she no longer felt the oppressiveness and emotional strains. She was now free to enjoy life and to pursue her interests and dreams.

Much to her surprise, they were invited to Ackerley for New Year's Eve. At first, she had thought that perhaps it was Darcy's turn to host a holiday party for his employees. She could not be more mistaken. Only Darcy and his uncle's family were there. Her pleasure was complete when Charlotte greeted her warmly. It had been awhile since the two friends saw each other.

But these were not the only surprises. Amidst all the pleasantries, Elyse found more. When she heard the sound of the piano, she could not help locating the source. And when she saw Darcy sitting beside Aster at the grand piano, she was dumbfounded. Knowing he was an accomplished pianist, she was amazed at the gentle way he was with Aster. He smiled at the little girl encouragingly while guiding her through the tricky fingering. Later, she also caught him having some conversation with Aaron on his view of the medical profession. He even suggested Aaron to seek Alex's point of view. Ever since she could remember, Aaron had aspired to becoming a doctor. So to have had given first hand knowledge of the subject was a rare treat indeed. Seeing her children's happiness, her own only increased by tenfold.

Ever so gradually, like a puzzle, more and more pieces of the man fell in place. While the ultimate picture was still in the making, she could not help admiring him more and more. How could anyone not?

"So, have you decided?"

Elyse just realized the object of her reverie was now standing next to her. She wondered how long he had been there. Despite of the cold weather, as if beckoned by some unknown spirit, she had wandered off to her favorite meditation spot in the backyard. When she was staying at Ackerley, this was where she studied, meditated, or simply enjoyed nature's many wonders.

The sun was beginning to set. Still leaning against the weathered rock, unable to resist the glorious sunset, she returned her attention to the spectacular display unknowingly. As if the feelings were mutual, they remained silent and let nature claimed them. Finally, the disappearance of the brilliant sun into the western horizon brought her back. Realized what had happened, she was appalled at herself for having ignored her companion. It was then she turned her gaze at him, blushed, and apologized.

"Seems as if my attention has wandered off on its own," she said with embarrassment. "It happens erratically, and sometimes at the most inopportune time, as you see."

Had Elyse known that Darcy was not the least offended by her neglect, she would have been more at ease. Had she known that he was happy just being with her, she would have been speechless. But as it was, Darcy went with the flow while enjoying this rare display from her.

Chuckling, he replied, "I can safely say that I'm well aware of that." Then switching to an earnest expression, he continued, "As I was saying, have you decided?"

Arthur's offer. For sure, she had given it serious thoughts. When she came by one late afternoon to review a few items with Arthur, he brought up the subject. She was absolutely stunned. For professionalism sake, she examined it with a zest that any normal job seeker would, considering the salary, compensation, benefits, job description...etc. Likewise, Arthur stepped through the offer in details. The more she looked and the more they talked, the more bewildered she became. The overall compensation was very generous, so generous that she had to blink a few times to ensure she was reading and hearing it right. Not only that, flextime was also part of the deal, and that part, Arthur dwelled on further.

"Elyse," he began, "I know you're attending Neuhausen part-time, and given the current rate, it'll be a while before you are done. I can help you with that. You can work virtually, and come to the office as needed. I trust your judgment and discretion. That will free up more time. You can then take more courses per semester."

As she considered the kind man before her, she was overwhelmed with gratitude. Never in her life had someone treated her with such respect and regard. She was almost moved to tears.

The offer was indeed very tempting. Yet, she could not betray her current employer. It had enriched her life and business knowledge. It had supported her livelihood, especially during the most trying time. Most of all, how could she forget the confidence that was bestowed on her? Technically, lacking a degree, she did not really qualify for the job. The company was gracious and generous enough to provide all the necessary training so that she could thrive. Given the competency and experience she had gained, wasn't it the main reason she was qualified for the consultation service that Arthur offered her in the first place? Unable to reconcile with herself just yet, she needed more time to think about this.

"Arthur," she responded, "I'm truly overwhelmed by your high regard and the very generous offer. However, I must confess that this is so sudden that I'd need to think about it, I hope you understand."

Arthur had thought he had given her an offer she could not refuse. Therefore, he was unprepared for her response. But he had come to know her well enough so he was not offended. Yet, he wanted to know what impeded her decision just the same.

"It's obvious that you have some reservation," he said, "what is it?"

Without hesitation, she gave him a briefing of what just went inside her mind. As he listened, his regard for her increased even more, if that was at all possible. Being a man in his position, he could certainly appreciate loyalty. Candidates with her qualifications were always in high demand. In a fiercely competitive market, loyalty was rare. He envied the employer who earned her loyalty. Although disappointed in not receiving an immediate affirmation, he could not possibly reprove her for having that precious quality.

"Elyse," he sighed, "don't feel uneasy, and believe me when I say I understand. All I ask of you is to think about it over the holidays. Give me an answer, one way or the other, say, in two weeks?"

Elyse was obliged to give Arthur an answer by the end of next week. Unfortunately, she was not any closer to her decision. Apologetically, she turned to Darcy and responded.

"No, I haven't yet, but I will, in a week."

At her response, Darcy reflected on that fateful day when Arthur disclosed his intention. He wondered why he had not thought of it first! Being the means of constantly bringing Elyse closer to him, Arthur was truly a godsend and a genius! Since then, whenever the thought of having Elyse closer at his reach crossed his mind, a heartfelt smile would grace his face. He would be devastated if his most fervent wish was not granted. But there was little he could do but wait.

"I hope you'd give it serious consideration," he said, "I know it will make us very happy." ...And especially me, he added silently.

"Is Steve aware of this?" She asked suddenly. Receiving no immediate response from him, she continued, "Since we work together so closely, I'm just curious, that's all."

As soon as that particular name was mentioned, all traces of smile vanished from his face. In silent contemplation, he looked towards the remnant of the sunset. When he spoke at last, his voice was devoid of feelings and his face was strangely unreadable.

"Steve called the other day, just to let me know he had taken care of the final details in Paris. He said he had you to thank for. Because of his mishap, you were kind enough to go to his house to finish what was needed."

"Well, desperate time needs desperate measures. I'm glad all's well that ends well." She answered lightly.

But meeting the needs of the business was the furthest thing from his mind. With grim determination, he decided to take the plunge. Even knowing this was a delicate matter and the situation he was about to put himself in was precarious, he decided to proceed while his courage was still high. Turning to her, he began.

"Forgive me if I may seem treading on personal ground, it's apparent that Steve is very fond of you. How well do you know him?"

Surprised, she could not help questioning his motive. However, knowing he was an honorable man, and that they had become better acquainted, she deduced that he only meant well. Besides, she was not naïve about Steve. Since he questioned so openly, she decided to response in kind.

"I must confess that I don't know him that well, as I've only come to know him during this assignment. However, if I understood you, I'm in no danger of any kind."

"I only meant well, please forgive my presumption if I've offended you."

She reaffirmed him that he had not. Although relieved to have had expressed his concerns, he resolved to find other means to distance her from Steve. He would have to think about this some more, later. For now, he wanted her undivided attention. Pointing to the direction of the greenhouse, he offered.

"Remember the greenhouse that was still under construction while you were here, it's almost done now, would you like to take a look?"

Elyse beamed and nodded. In a few minutes, they arrived at the greenhouse. It was a standalone glass structure, jointing the back entrance with an enclosed walkway. They walked inside. The ceiling, being uncommonly high, lifted the enclosed feeling usually found in a place such as this. The glass panes, being oversized, promoted the boundless feeling of nature. Other than the usual assortments of greenhouse specimens, she noticed separate sections for bonsai, orchids, roses, and other premium floral selections. When she thought she had seen everything, to her delight, she found a lily pond, a smaller scale of the one outside, waiting for her to explore. Koi of various colors were stocked in the ornamental pond, swimming freely among the graceful water lilies.

She sighed. The overall effect of the greenhouse was so like the simple elegance of Ackerley. As she watched, the familiar sense of belonging and tranquillity washed over her, a feeling not unlike what she had inside the great house.

At the beginning of this tour, she had walked alongside Darcy as he led her from one point of interest to another. Soon, she wandered off and began her own exploration, occasionally interjecting with some familiar tunes. Whenever she chanced upon a particular treasure, she glanced his way and smiled. He could not take his eyes off her. All perturbing thoughts now left him; instead, a slow smile emerged and lingered on his face. A familiar melody came to his mind, not unlike the sentiment he had when he said silently to himself and her, "That's where I belong -- with you."

Somewhere in a burst of glory
Sound becomes a song
I'm bound to tell a story
That's where I belong

When I see you smiling
When I hear you singing
Lavender and roses
Every ending a beginning

The way you turn
And catch me with your eye
That's where I belong *

As Elyse continued her exploration, it suddenly struck her that this greenhouse, although smaller, reverberated the one at Pemberley. As if talking to herself and thinking it loud, she exclaimed.

"This is so like Pemberley's Eden!"

She looked at Darcy and instantly she understood. The master of these two houses obviously had special affections for each, and whenever possible, or whenever something was important to him, he made it resonant in both.

"Is there a name for this one?' She continued when she was done deducing.

More than once in their acquaintance Darcy was struck by her perceptiveness. Yet, it still surprised him when she did it again. No one else had ever noticed his fondness and his premeditated design of tying together the two houses that were so dear to him. He looked into her inquisitive eyes. Yes, he had a name for this place, a name he had derived at a time when he had thought all hopes were gone. But for now, that name would have to remain silent. Perhaps it would so remain unless something changed for the better. He could not help being saddened at that possibility. After all, nothing in life was certain.

"Yes..." he said in a resigning tone, "but no, not yet... and perhaps will remain forever nameless, it... it all depends... " He faltered and could not continue.

"Are you all right?" She stepped forwards a little as she inquired, genuinely concerned at the sudden change in his mood.

Unknowingly, he found himself stepping back as she stepped towards him. This was getting too much. He felt the urgent need to escape.

"I'm fine." He began to walk towards the exit. "Let's get back to the party, I'm the host after all!"

They entered the house through the back. On the way to the dining room, they walked past Elyse's old room. As if on their own, her feet stopped her progress. Standing just outside the bedroom door, she turned to him and said softly.

"Can I take a look inside? It's been so long since I left."

He could not deny her anything. Moreover, the wistfulness in her voice and eyes almost reduced him to pulp. Yet, he could not grant her this simple wish, not now. His face became so pale that not even his seasoned façade could hide it. When he was finally able to respond, his voice sounded half strangled even to his ears.

"It... it's not quite fitting for that purpose at the moment. I apologize for this inconvenience and I'm truly sorry."

He purposely averted her quizzical gaze. After ensuring she had heard him, he took the initiative and motioned her to continue with their progress.

They returned just in time for the buffet dinner. Once that was in progress, Elyse caught up with Charlotte. Soon, the conversation naturally focused on the upcoming wedding.

"I can't believe it's only less than two months away!" began Charlotte.

"Not soon enough, " Richard sat down next to Charlotte and looked at her suggestively.

"Be serious, Richard," Charlotte gave him an elbow, "I'm a little nervous."

"You? Nervous?" Richard cried. "Where's the calm woman I know and suppose to marry?"

"Well, at least you don't have to worry about wedding hall and such," Elyse tried to calm Charlotte."

"It's true," Alex piped in, "and it's going to be a small wedding with family and good friends only."

"We would have loved to have it at the family estate," Beverly, Darcy's aunt, commented, "but I do like a cozier wedding. Besides, we had the engagement party there already."

"As long as that suits you," Robert, Darcy's uncle, nodded. "We're not unreasonable parents." Looking at Darcy, he continued with a wink, "After Richard, we need to work on you."

To Darcy's horror, everyone turned and looked at him expectedly. He had no desire to think about it even when he was alone. To discuss such private matter so openly was inconceivable, even when mainly his closest relatives surrounded him. But he did not forget his manners. Looking at his uncle half pleadingly, he responded.

"Don't worry about me, Uncle Robert. You and Aunt Beverly have done enough for me already."

"Darcy," Beverly protested, "it's about time, and you need to think about this matter. How about Heather? I dare say she's quite promising, and you'll get to know her better soon. I have a few more in the making, just let me know, ok?" She looked at him expectedly.

Indeed she had tried, and repeatedly, and sometimes not too subtle about it. Even knowing his aunt only meant well, but if he were to spend the rest of his life with a woman, he must his say in the matter, besides.... He could not help his eyes drifting to her. Afraid to have given himself away a little too prematurely, he stopped and turned his attention to his aunt. With a colorless yet commanding tone, he shook his head and put in.

"Let's focus on Richard and Charlotte's wedding instead."

Although Robert and Beverly were his elders and the closest relatives, Darcy always presented himself in such a way that he left others no doubt of his decision and intention. The case was closed, and any more persuasion would be futile. His subjects knew better than to pursue this further. Quite meekly, they took his suggestion and resumed the topic at hand.

During this exchange, Elyse watched curiously. While she found Darcy's unique, quiet power of silencing others enthralling, she did not miss the slight edginess in his manner and tone, nor the transient melancholy that filled his eyes.

What is hidden inside him that he tries so hard to banish and hide? Why has he repeatedly avoided the topic? Why and what is that slight touch of helplessness in a man who has the power to possess almost everything he wants?

Just when she thought she had gotten to know him better, he managed to elude her again.

* That's Where I Belong (Paul Simon)

Chapter 25: No Winter Lasts Forever

Leaning against the ledge by the bay window, Elyse looked out into white landscape outside. Snow had been falling steadily since the beginning of the year, so much so that re-openings of the schools had to be postponed. Like most students, Aaron and Aster welcomed the extended recess. She turned her attention to the two youngsters who were sprawling on the floor in front of the fireplace.

One dark head almost touching another, they were just exclaiming over a matching piece found on the thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle. It was one of many from the Heronim's Hometown Collection she had given them over the holidays. The puzzle depicted a wintry scene, not unlike the one outside.

She smiled with contentment as she watched them. With life's so many ebbs and flows, she marveled at their resilience. She could only wish that the very same spirit would sustain them, leading them to a happy, fulfilling life.

She sighed. Her parents no doubt had similar dream for her, yet... Trying to stop from traversing that non-profitable path, she straightened herself and recalled from the collection of New Year's resolutions she had read the previous night:

In truth, life had not been easy, but they had persevered. Besides, here in their home, with the two dearest persons in the world safe by her side, what more could she ask for? She smiled again.

Returning to the scenery outside, she noticed the snow had begun to subside. It may even stop before the day was over. Any minute now, Aaron and Aster would plead for some fun in the snow. Come to think of it, when they returned from the frosty world outside, what could be better than having something warm and good for the soul awaited them? Yes, she decided to bake a chocolate cake -- their favorite. With that, she walked towards the kitchen.

Little did she know that this ordinary domestic task destined to be a breakthrough, providing the means of concocting the decision for that one particular question, which until now, had weighted on her shoulders.

The pace of the baking process was inherently leisure. While she was adding the ingredients one at a time into the bowl and slowly mixing them together, she considered Arthur's offer. Except this time, like the cake that was in the making, each perspective was allowed to linger just long enough for her to see the cause and effect.

A few hours later, when the enticing aroma began to fill the house and the scrumptious cake was laid on the kitchen counter, all her laboring thoughts also came to fruition.

That night, when she snuggled under the soft down comforter, she went to sleep with the satisfaction of knowing that she had made the right decision.

"Elyse! You have no idea how happy you made me!" cried Arthur. He gave Elyse an affectionate hug before giving her slender hand a hearty handshake.

Elyse was just as elated. While she believed she had made the right choice, she was gratified that she could effect such pleasure. The decision certainly did not come easy at first. However, as soon as it rounded the corner, it took a satisfactory turn on its own.

Like so many companies in the same business sector, hers was also undergoing major restructuring, and inevitably, "right-sizing." As an incentive, anyone who chose to leave voluntarily would receive a generous severance payment. She knew the trend only too well. Once the voluntary step was executed, the involuntary one would follow, usually without the special incentive. As the family's main provider, she needed the job security. Arthur's offer earned high mark in this regard. Compensation was another important factor. Again, the offer compared favorably. Given the circumstance and for practical reasons, she felt less remorse about leaving her company.

However, it was the accessibility to the academia that cast the final vote. Because of Aster's special needs, she felt a special calling, and she had responded to it by her choice of study. However, life had its way of making. Somewhere along the journey, she had stumbled upon a path seemingly so divergent from her choice.

The new opportunity, however, would more likely to converge, leading her closer to that calling. Being immersed in medical research and consultation, her knowledge of the academia would inevitably improved. In fact, working as a consultant these past few months, she had already learned a great deal.

Being inquisitive, she had looked into herself. While her intellectual side thrived on learning, the pragmatic side had accepted working as a necessity. Since then, she had decided on the style of learn-and-apply, pushing herself a little further along the way and demanding more of herself. Nothing was more rewarding than having the opportunity in which she could improve herself and make a difference. All things considered, the offer was nonpareil. She knew that this was an opportunity of a lifetime.

Beaming, she looked at the kind man and said, "Arthur, believe me when I said the pleasure is all mine, and I hope that I don't disappoint."

"I'd doubt that," Arthur replied, still smiling. "I should give Darcy the good news. Too bad he's not here because I know how much this means to him. Let me send him a message right away!"

Coincidentally, Elyse's new job began with the spring semester. With only one full time job, her life was more orderly and everyone benefited. As Arthur had expected, the flextime allowed her to increase her school-load substantially. Times spent working in the premises and at home were just about even. To her relief, the new career began auspiciously. Having the advantage of working there before, her acumen of the company culture and strategic directions was good. Moreover, she had already developed rapport with many and earned their respect.

Perhaps the most pleasant surprise of all was the assignment itself. Since they saw her first proposal, Arthur and Darcy knew her business sense was uncommonly astute. She was definitely one of the few who could see "the forest and the trees." When they were finalizing on the offer details, Darcy suggested including a component of planning as well as execution in her assignment. This way, they could capitalize on her talents. He was confident that she would thrive on these challenges. Not surprisingly, Arthur agreed wholeheartedly.

But in truth, while his decision made perfect business sense, Darcy was motivated by something more compelling, something of a personal nature. This arrangement would render her spending more time with him, and less with Steve.

Oblivious of Darcy's motive, Elyse welcomed the changes and looked forwards to the new opportunities, experience, and growth.

One could safely say that by accepting the offer, Elyse made Darcy the happiest man. As he contemplated the days to come, his thought drifted back to the day when this wonderful news arrived. In the midst of a very important meeting, he was ecstatic upon reading Arthur's urgent e-mail. For the rest of the meeting, he registered little. Instead, he mediated on what great pleasure that a pair of fine eyes could bestow.

Business had kept him away for a week. When he returned, Elyse had already settled in her new office. That was where he found her, and Steve. So thrilled in seeing her that not even the latter could dampen his spirit.

"Welcome back, Darcy!" Steve was the first to notice his arrival.

Darcy acknowledged with a nod before returning his attention to Elyse, who was now aware of his arrival. After giving him a brilliant smile, she felt necessary to stand and walk towards him. When she got close enough, she took his hand and said, "Welcome back! How was the trip?"

Suffused with electrifying warmth, he did not know whether it was her smile or her touch that caused it. Overwhelmed, he felt his breath caught in his throat. But since they were not alone, he must compose himself. Very reluctantly, he released her hand before he responded.

"It went as well as expected." He stopped, distracted again by her loveliness. Every second of her deprivation made him longed for her by ten-folds. What to do? He had to think fast and thank Heaven he did not disappoint himself.

"That reminds me. The client wants to access the new infrastructure. Let me settled in first. Come by, say, in about an hour?" Satisfied with himself, he added, "Oh, by the way, welcome to the team!" He favored her with one of his rare smiles before walking towards his office.

During this entire exchange, Steve felt like an intruder. Although he could not place it exactly, somehow he found the natural ease between the two disturbing. The Darcy he knew was always formidable and reserved. Since when had they become so comfortable with each other? Unbidden, his mind drifted back to France.

As a ritual, Steve joined his family during the holidays. Considered himself settled in the states, he visited them only periodically. While his family also came visit, his father came more frequently, especially whenever the inspiration struck. In many ways, father and son were similar.

With all the worldly advantages, he was born in a highly privileged family and blessed with good looks. As if his unexpected arrival of more than ten years after his sister were a premonition, he was in the limelight from the start. From his precosiousness to his independent spirit and carefree outlook, he had kept his parents on their toes. Unwilling to follow the path that was designed for him, he threw all the worldly privileges to the wind and decided his own destiny.

Fortunately, with the passing of time, he had matured and learned to curb his unruly spirit. Now his parents could reminiscence the old days with good humor. Upon reflection, they had to admit their youngest chose well. Some lessons, while hard to learn, were best learned this way. They may never admit it, but in spite of all his faults, he was the one who held a special place in their hearts. His brother and sister doted on him just as much.

After a scrumptious dinner, Steve and his family gathered around the magnificent fireplace and dove into the latest news. His sister was the first to begin.

"So Steve, do tell us your latest amorous pursuits!"

For many years, this had been a family joke. While the older siblings were moderate in this aspect, Steve, well, was different. Although it had been many years since his career had become his priority and his lifestyle had changed drastically, they still joked about his former days with camaraderie.

Nevertheless, there were times when Steve became so exasperated that his would snort with disgust, and for good reasons. Because even at the height of his activities, he was never irresponsible. Besides, it was usually the women who threw themselves at him; they just found him irresistible. And the superficial dalliances he indulged in from time to time were just that -- superficial. It was so long ago, and the past was ancient history. He had learned his lessons and become wiser.

However, because of his lively and playful nature, he usually responded flippantly, sometimes led on more than it really was. So, he was just about to respond in his usual manner when quite unexpectedly, something stopped him. For the first time, he did not like to be looked upon this way, and before he could retort, an image of a woman with laughing eyes rose before him.

While that image continued to hold, the dismay he felt when he asked himself, "Is that how she sees me?" now came back to him with renewed meaning. If his family saw him this way, why should it pain him if she saw the same? At this rude awakening, he was transcended into a world of his own. A concoction of feelings, so overwhelmed him now that it was spilling over his every feature... Happiness, when being with her. Longing, when being away from her. Regret, when unwilling to admit the truth to himself. It was at the end of this emotional spectrum when he caught himself.

"Sorry to disappoint, but there's really nothing to tell." His tone was somber.

The obvious and unprecedented tremor conveyed by his whole being did not go unnoticed. And as if his tone had spoken volume, they respected his wishes and stopped. While looking at him with grave concerns and curiosity, they realized the topic had gone passé and more empathy was in order.

Visitors flooded the great French townhouse during the holidays. Steve was happy to be surrounded by family and friends. There were so much catching-ups since the long absence. On New Year's Eve, he joined the entire family at the patio, waiting for the first spark of fireworks to pronounce the New Year.

While that spark was yet to make its debut, a feeling of something amiss suddenly seized him. Unconsciously, he swept through his loved ones, wishing that a particular someone were among them. Disappointed, the need to reach out to her demanded an immediate action. Leaving everyone behind, he walked briskly inside. As soon as he entered the study, he picked up the phone from the regal desk. But his fingers froze in mid-air before they could touch the keypad.

He did not have her number! In frustration, he slammed the phone down just when the first, long-awaited fireworks exploded into the night sky. He walked towards the windows and there he stood. His emotions, like the spectacular display outside, were now released and exploded within him with no less magnitude.

But there was more. Shortly after the New Year, he returned to the states. His effort in trying to clean out the pile of mails failed when he found himself staring at the seat next to him and reliving the few hours that day before he left for France.

Then Arthur called and broke the news. Good God! She has accepted a full time position! He did not know whether he should feel pleasure or pain.

A question from the subject of his reverie brought him back. He followed her and resumed their seats. Although he had all the appearance of attentiveness, his mind was elsewhere -- back to that night in Paris to be exact.

In that transient span between the old year and the new, he saw his future stood out vividly before him, even more vividly than the most spectacular fireworks. At that threshold, he had finally surrendered to his heart's persistent whisper.

But alas! The surrender was all for naught! How could he follow his heart when it was against his motto? To harbor more than a casual regard with someone at work was a sure prescription for doom. He had observed enough to appreciate that wisdom.

It was no wonder that he faced this irony, this twist of fate, with trepidation. He chose to console himself with the thought that it was a good thing he had not acted on his feelings, and that her assignment would put a distance between them. Life was perfectly fine before, he surmised, and that was how it ought to be.

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