The letter had come addressed to her, and it was delivered by Amelie only a few days before Jada was due to come home from Milan. Giulia rarely got any sort of mail, so to have the small envelope placed on her desk was a delight, and she couldn't wait to tear at the paper of the envelope, the handwriting unrecognizeable. The postage said it was Destiny City- maybe it was an invitation to a party? Giulia loved the idea of going to a birthday party! Or, perhaps, even better, it was a thingy for a recital of some sort? Giulia could enjoy a recital too!
It did not look like a ticket, and the girl's brow furrowed as she considered the paper, the unfamiliar handwriting, before turning her attention to painstakingly trying to decipher the letter on her own. It was her letter; she would let Nanny take a look if there was something that she did not understand. She bumped her bare feet against the bottom of her chair, pressing elbows to the wood of her princess dresser and peering down at the words. “Dear-est Giulia,” she said aloud, considering the writing, “I'm.... sorry.” Sorry? Who was possibly sorry enough to write Giulis a letter? She had no one who had to be sorry for anything!
Giulia decided to skip to the bottom to see who was sorry. Auguste? Why would Auguste be sorry? Auguste was wonderful, and couldn't possibly do anything wrong to make her upset. Certainly not enough to say sorry. “You will not be able to... come... over for a whai-el. I am gong on a bit of a trip?” Where was he tripping to? Why hadn't he told her in person? She would have loved to hear about where he was going, and maybe she could have even volunteered to take Pasha and watch her while he was gone! That would have been lovely!
But the worst... what? She could not see Pasha? Why?! Where was Pasha staying? How long was quite some time? Auguste, where were Giulia's answers? Why- why was Auguste leaving and taking Pasha?! Pasha leaving was- what if Auguste was not going to come back? What if Pasha was in a kennel? What if she cried and got lonely and needed love and what if Auguste was sad and lonely and needed hugs and Giulia wasn't going to be there to hug them and she loved them and-
Her first little sob was soft, and no one paid any mind to the piteous little girl noise. See you again sometime didn't give her any clue on when. Auguste was leaving and he'd forget her forever, and Pasha would too. Her next little cry was loud, and got the Nanny's attention, Amelie stepping over to grab the paper as Giulia launched herself into the older woman's arms with a heartbroken wail. She'd only gotten to dance for Auguste once. Had she done something wrong? Had she been bad? Was it her fault Auguste had to leave?
“Shhh,” Nanny told her, and Giulia wailed again, rebelliously. “Ça va aller bien, chérie. It will all be fine. He is just going away for a little while. You will see." a soft hand stroked blonde curls as the child cried like the world was falling down. "Everything will be alright, I promise. Trust me, Giulia."
"He said someday," Giulia hiccuped, "He won't come back, ever." dramatically, she pulled away from the other woman, burying her face in her princess pillow and crying. Amelie rose, setting the letter on her desk again and patting her back.
"I'll go make some cookies," she told Giulia, but the only response was another wail. Poor child- but she was young. Little things like this healed quickly.
It did not look like a ticket, and the girl's brow furrowed as she considered the paper, the unfamiliar handwriting, before turning her attention to painstakingly trying to decipher the letter on her own. It was her letter; she would let Nanny take a look if there was something that she did not understand. She bumped her bare feet against the bottom of her chair, pressing elbows to the wood of her princess dresser and peering down at the words. “Dear-est Giulia,” she said aloud, considering the writing, “I'm.... sorry.” Sorry? Who was possibly sorry enough to write Giulis a letter? She had no one who had to be sorry for anything!
Giulia decided to skip to the bottom to see who was sorry. Auguste? Why would Auguste be sorry? Auguste was wonderful, and couldn't possibly do anything wrong to make her upset. Certainly not enough to say sorry. “You will not be able to... come... over for a whai-el. I am gong on a bit of a trip?” Where was he tripping to? Why hadn't he told her in person? She would have loved to hear about where he was going, and maybe she could have even volunteered to take Pasha and watch her while he was gone! That would have been lovely!
But the worst... what? She could not see Pasha? Why?! Where was Pasha staying? How long was quite some time? Auguste, where were Giulia's answers? Why- why was Auguste leaving and taking Pasha?! Pasha leaving was- what if Auguste was not going to come back? What if Pasha was in a kennel? What if she cried and got lonely and needed love and what if Auguste was sad and lonely and needed hugs and Giulia wasn't going to be there to hug them and she loved them and-
Her first little sob was soft, and no one paid any mind to the piteous little girl noise. See you again sometime didn't give her any clue on when. Auguste was leaving and he'd forget her forever, and Pasha would too. Her next little cry was loud, and got the Nanny's attention, Amelie stepping over to grab the paper as Giulia launched herself into the older woman's arms with a heartbroken wail. She'd only gotten to dance for Auguste once. Had she done something wrong? Had she been bad? Was it her fault Auguste had to leave?
“Shhh,” Nanny told her, and Giulia wailed again, rebelliously. “Ça va aller bien, chérie. It will all be fine. He is just going away for a little while. You will see." a soft hand stroked blonde curls as the child cried like the world was falling down. "Everything will be alright, I promise. Trust me, Giulia."
"He said someday," Giulia hiccuped, "He won't come back, ever." dramatically, she pulled away from the other woman, burying her face in her princess pillow and crying. Amelie rose, setting the letter on her desk again and patting her back.
"I'll go make some cookies," she told Giulia, but the only response was another wail. Poor child- but she was young. Little things like this healed quickly.
kuropeco
Dearest Giulia,
I am sorry that you will not be able to come over for a while. I am going on a bit of a trip, and this means that you will not be able to see Pasha for quite some time, cherie. Je suis désolé; I know that you love her, and she loves you, and we will be very glad to see you again sometime, okay? Please save some treats for her.
Don't fret. Nous serons bien, ma cherie.
J'aimerais te voir danser un jour.
- Auguste
I am sorry that you will not be able to come over for a while. I am going on a bit of a trip, and this means that you will not be able to see Pasha for quite some time, cherie. Je suis désolé; I know that you love her, and she loves you, and we will be very glad to see you again sometime, okay? Please save some treats for her.
Don't fret. Nous serons bien, ma cherie.
J'aimerais te voir danser un jour.
- Auguste
