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Welcome back to Finding
Consort Redux by Kelyns!
It’s the same old silly story,
now in PowerPoint! This
chapter was originally
Chapter 13, in case you
were wondering. Also, this
chapter takes place four
years from when you saw
Veronica last. ...What? Don't
look at me like that; I
needed a way to advance
the plot! :P Enjoy.
Ch 11: Where
Are You Now?
It was nighttime in Veronaville, very late. Though some could be found out on the
streets downtown, it was quiet in this section of Bluewater's business district. Perhaps,
though, that was because this was the only house on this side of town.
The term house was a bit of an understatement. It was more like a mansion, a wealthy
millionaire's pad. The place was empty, not just because it was night, but because the
resident lived alone and she liked the quiet. Or so she said.
In truth, the plush halls only magnified her discomfort. Sure she had nice things,
acquired through years of hard work and determination. But she was alone—
completely isolated, and she wasn't quite sure how it got that way. Okay, she did. She
had pushed everyone away. Too concerned with achieving success, she neglected
the things—the people—that once mattered most to her. So now that she had 'made it,'
so to speak, she was unhappy. Because, except for one optimistic, persistent soul, she
now had no one important in her life. And that subject, her loneliness, was the subject
of many of her thoughts and dreams, nightmares more like, including the one she was
She had been tossing and turning for some time now, the faces of her past haunting
her in her sleep. Each had their own grievance, usually neglect. They questioned her
idea of friendship, they asked her why she abandoned them when they needed her,
when she needed them.
A few faces stood out from the rest though. One was young with storm grey eyes and
arched black eyebrows. His eyes constantly pleaded with hers as he professed his
love. She wanted to believe him, to trust him... to love him. But another face held her
back. Angular and jagged with silver streaks, this was the face that filled her with guilt
and regret. Though this one never said a word, she couldn't help but feel as if her
whole life was a betrayal to her first love. She was the reason he died. What right did
she have to be happy?
But could she ever be happy? The last face, blonde and devious, was what made
these dreams nightmares. She had seen this face, one that caused her so much pain,
die. But the face haunted her nonetheless, waiting in the shadows to burn all her
hopes and dreams.
And that was the way the dream always ended. She saw her husband crying out in
agony, burning to death, asking her why she did this to him, all the while the blonde,
blue-eyed face, Dagmar's face, laughed maniacally in the background. Only this
time was different. Ravi was burning, too.
I woke in a start. I'd had that dream again. Some things were new, but others were the
same. It's been four years, but I was still shaken to my core, afraid that some psycho
townie would rise from the dead and ruin my life as I knew it. As I got out of bed I tried
to convince myself that I was being silly, that all that drama was over and done with.
In my past. But I never believed myself.
I made my bed dutifully before I collapsed back on it, head in hand. How did things
get this way? I asked myself that almost every night. And yet, I still couldn't believe it
all started with a little food flinging incident. Yeah, you read right readers. My first night
in a new town, I went out with some townies. This chick called me, offered to introduce
me around. During dinner, I threw some of my crepes suzette at her, a move I'd
always regret. Because Dagmar Philippine would prove herself to be the psycho
townie who could not let go.
Yup, that one little incident led to a crush. I told her I wasn't interested, but she tried to
kiss me anyway. And yeah, maybe I overreacted, cowplanting her. But I brought her
back to life! And so what if she had to be Denise Jacquet's live-in maid? Being a
playable is far better than the nomadic life of the townie. Everyone says so. And we
would have let her go... Eventually. But she didn't see things that way, reacting in a
manner that still blows my mind. She brewed a love potion to make Gilbert fall in love
with her, then killed his mom when her plans were discovered. Then she crashed my
wedding, killed my husband of four hours, and still expected to marry me. The nerve.
But she was gone now. She had to be. I saw her die in front of my eyes from a
lightning bolt KB called down from the sky. There was no logical reason to be so
afraid, yet I was. I couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't done skewing up my life.
Maybe that's why I pushed everyone away. To protect them. From a ghost.
I'd call KB and ask for reassurance like I used to do, but she and I weren't speaking
anymore. No, she never really cared about me, I was just an experiment to her.
...Okay, so that's not exactly fair, but that's how it felt, okay? I felt like I was always
being manipulated, being lied to. For once in my life, I wanted to call the shots. So I
cut her out of my life. Just like everyone else. I didn't really mean to, but how could I
trust anyone, after what I'd been through? And who knew what being friends with me
might lead to? After all, Consort died just for loving me.
I didn't cut everyone out of my life on purpose, though, honest. I was so busy building
up my businesses, I forgot to return phone calls, to show up at parties, to, well, be a
good friend. I must see Carla and Marylena every other day, but I hardly know them
anymore. I hardly speak to anyone anymore if it doesn't involve my businesses or
making a sale. That's right, simmers, I had achieved my dream of five top businesses
a couple of months ago. Two night clubs, a fitness center, a music store, and a salon
all ranked #10. I could show you pictures, but really, who wants to see that? And
frankly, those years were the loneliest of my life. No one's close to me anymore. I, the
big idiot that I am, pushed them all away. Well, almost all of them. There was still
Just thinking about him makes me feel uneasy. You see readers, a lot has happened
since I last talked to you - at least between Ravi and me. After my epic fail on my first
business, I had went home to mope. It wasn't pretty; I thought I'd never leave home
again. But somehow I mustered up the determination. Using my last genie wish, I
turned the bed store into a night club. And surprise, surprise it was successful. It helped
that I already had a few ranks. Anyway, I earned enough dough to open a new store.
And by then I needed a new manager... which is where Ravi came in.
He said he had some student loans to pay back and really needed a job. *Rolls Eyes*
I didn't know it then, but it was a lie. Turns out Carla and Marylena noticed me
becoming more distant as we worked together and thought that maybe Ravi could
get through to me. And that's how Ravi became my shadow for the past four years.
*Sigh* He was supposed to be a manager at one of my stores. I trained him like all my
other employees, only he never left. He insisted on accompanying me to the next
project, helping out on every venture. He went from manager to personal assistant. I
could trust him with anything, and it was... comforting... to have someone so familiar
by my side. And we spent a lot of time together... A lot. And would you know it? All
those times Marylena and the girls teased Ravi about having a crush on me? Well,
they weren't lying. And over the years, I had started to notice that... that well... that
Well, Ravi was hot. *Blushes* Please, readers, don't make me admit that again—I feel
bad enough. I mean, after what happened to Consort, I don't deserve Ravi. And how
could I ever love again? That would be a slap in the face to Consort and everything
he went through. ...And what if something happened to him? To Ravi, I mean. I'd never
forgive myself if I let another person I loved die for, well, loving me. Oh, crap, did I just
admit I love Ravi? I didn't mean that; I mean, at least I don't think I did. I don't—I
Are you guys getting the gist of my problem yet? A part of me feels totally guilty for
even thinking about being with someone other than Consort, for having such success
after his death. I should be miserable. And yet another part can't deny feeling
attracted to Ravi and can't help but wonder…
It started so innocently. As my assistant, we used to have business lunches. He'd
update me about what was going on in the stores and help me plan and stuff. Go over
facts, figures, and bills. We'd talk about the most mundane things, but then the
He'd talk about something completely serious and all I could do was stare in his eyes
and dream about leaping across the table to plant one on him. Well, he must have
noticed me looking because—because—well, it started with some flirting, then some
hand-holding, and then... and then, well…
We were sneaking kisses after the store closed and the lunches turned into dates
There was a lot of kissing. Oh, don't look at me like that! You'd fall, too, if you were
staring in his dreamy grey eyes day after day.
And I had fallen. I thought I would never feel this way again, and I can't say what I feel
is the exact same way I felt with Consort, but the reality is I feel something, and then I
look at this wedding ring that's still on my finger and I feel like the biggest jerk. And
that's only the half of it.
I guess you could say that Ravi and I have been seeing each other for several months
now. Okay, okay, about two years, if you want to be technical. We never—okay, I
never—wanted to put labels on anything. I couldn't, without feeling guilty about it. But
when I look back on things... it's been two years since Ravi first kissed me, two years
since we've been sort of seeing each other. And though we aren't gushy or overly
romantic, I can't deny Ravi's been a big part of my life. ...He's been my rock, so to
speak. So you can imagine how I felt when he asked me to marry him yesterday.
YEAH. Told ya a lot's happened. Anyway, flashback to two months ago.
We were having lunch and going over some accounts, you know, the usual, when
Ravi interrupted my story about my interview with SimFortune.
"Listen, Veronica, I think it's time we talked. ...I never really said anything before
because I know how busy you were with the businesses—I know how much it means
to you to be able to say you're successful and independent. But... well, it's been a few
months since you've topped the last business, and now that things are slowing down, I
think we can finally talk about something other than a store."
"W-What do mean?"
"Well, we've been dating for about two years now—"
"No we haven't!"
"...Veronica, then what would you call this?"
*Sigh* "V, come on. You're a smart woman. I think it's pretty clear by now that we're
dating, even if you don't want to admit it. And moreover, I think it's fairly clear that I'm
really serious about you. I love you, V, and I want something more than... than
whatever it is we have now. I want a real relationship. And someday, I'd like to marry
"Yes... Is that really so surprising?"
"Ravi, you can't want to marry me—I—I 'm not good for you. And you're a lot younger
than I am—”
"Oh, come on, you're not seriously going to try that, are you? The age difference
between us is a lot less than the one that was between you and Consort." At the
mention of Consort, an odd silence overcame us. "Oh, my Plumbbob, you're still not
over him, are you?"
I shook my head. "Ravi, you don't understand—Consort died for me, because of me.
How could I possibly betray—"
"You wouldn't be betraying him, you'd be moving on with your life!" He grew quiet and
just looked at me. "He'd want you to be happy, V," he whispered. "After all this time, all
the success you've had, can you honestly say you're happy? Being alone?" He fell
silent again, but he didn't seem to be expecting an answer because he continued.
"...But don't you realize—couldn't you say that you're happy... when you're with me?"
I looked down at the papers strewn across the table in between the plates of food. I
just couldn't look him in the eye. He was right but... But I couldn't.
"I-I just need some time okay? To think about things. Give me some time, please?"
Silently he nodded. And to his credit he did give me some time. Like I said, all that was
two months ago. For two months I completely avoided the subject, the llama in the
room, so to speak. I ignored everything until he wouldn't let me. Until yesterday.
I had just gotten back from a business trip when Ravi dropped by.
"Ravi, what brings you here?" I asked with a smile. We may have been close, but I was
still surprised to see him there—I rarely saw anyone at my home. I almost never invited
anyone over. Kinda defeats the purpose of having a mansion—no one to show it off
to—but I digress.
"Look, V, I've tried to be understanding, but..." He ran a hand through his scalp. "Look, I
can't take this anymore," He blurted out.
"It's been two months since I asked you for a relationship—a relationship. Just to be
able to tell people we're dating and to take you out on a real, official, honest-to-
"But you've been avoiding me. I loved you for a long time, V. I think I know you better
than most. So I've tried to be understanding. I gave you your space, didn't pressure
you, let you grow into your feelings and realize things for yourself. You've been hurt
before and I get that. But enough's enough—I—V, I love you. I've always loved you
and I want to marry you. And I want an answer."
"Veronica, I understand if you might not be ready to think about marriage right now,
but if after two years you can't even tell me if you want to date me or not... Well, then,
I just don't know what I'm doing here."
I was a little stunned. A lot of thoughts raced through my head as I fought to figure out
something to say. No matter what, I didn't want to lose Ravi—he was the only one I
"Ravi... It's just... there's been a lot of things in my life that you don't under—”
"You know what those are, Veronica? Excuses. You're always finding a reason why we
can't be together or why you can't feel something for me. But I want the truth—I wanna
know where this is going."
"But what if—”
"Do love me, Veronica?"
"I wanna know how you feel about me. No more games, no more stalling."
"Tell me right now, do you love me?"
"I—” Once again I was shocked. Completely unprepared for the current conversation.
"You see, this what drives me crazy about you! We both know how you feel about me
and you still can't admit it."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Come on, V, think. Why would you allow me to get so close to you if you didn't feel
that way? Why would I still be here if we didn't care about each other?"
"It's not that simple..."
*Sigh* "Look, V, I love you. And I'll always love you. And if you love me we can get
through anything, we can get over whatever it is you're so scared off. You can't keep
living like this—too afraid to admit what you feel. ...And I can't keep wondering if the
woman I love will ever love me back. I need to know. I'm asking you to marry me,
Veronica, and if that's not going to happen, then..."
*Sigh* "Well, then I guess I need to move on. I want answer by the end of the week, V,
and if you can't give me one then it's over between us. Everything. I'd resign."
"Wha—Ravi, don't—you can't, I—”
"I'm sorry, V, but I couldn't keep working with you, knowing what I want is so close but
always out of reach. I'd never get over you. I hope I don't have to leave, but... But if
you don't want me, then there's no reason for me to stay."
Looking back on everything, I realize I didn't say much. It's because I didn't know
what to say. And I'm still speechless. Every time I try to imagine what a future between
me and Ravi would look like, I see Consort in flames and Dagmar's laughing face.
What if that happens to Ravi? What if I'm cursed? What if I'm destined to be alone for
the rest of my life? *Sigh* I wish there was someone who could tell me what to do, give
me some advice. Someone I could talk to, sort out my feelings with. But the only one
I've stayed close with over the years is Ravi and I can't talk to him.
And even if I did call Marylena or Gilbert or Carla or whoever, I'd still have to
backtrack, explain everything, tell how I feel and I'm not even sure I know how I feel. I
just wish there was someone I could go to, someone who knows me so well, who
could just take one look at me and just get it.
Suddenly I knew where I had to go, who I had to see.
I hadn't talked to her for years, but maybe it was time. Hell, everything else was
changing. Besides, it was past time I stopped hiding in my mansion. I had to get my
life back, get my friends back. The only way I could ever move forward was if I laid
past demons to rest. Going to see her, I knew, would be the first step in the right
By the time I got to Sim State, it was mid-morning. I was a jumble of nerves—I didn't
know what to say, or how she'd react, but I knew this must be done. KB was just one of
the many people I'd have to talk to if I ever wanted my life back. It's funny saying that
phrase, that I need my life back. I had had a lot of success over the years, but I
realized now that I was a lot happier back on Mendoza Lane with a ton of friends
around me. Hopefully, I could get that feeling back.
I walked up to the door and rang the bell. For a second, I thought she wouldn't
answer—that she wouldn't be home—but soon I heard footsteps approach and then I
saw her through the glass door.
"Took you long enough," she said as she opened the door. "Come on, I made hot
chocolate," and with a wave of her hand, she abruptly turned around and headed
toward the kitchen.
That was it. I hadn't seen her in four years and the first thing she wanted to do was
have a cup of hot chocolate? Whatever. I shrugged and went inside.
Sitting down at the counter, I took a sip from the cup she passed me. She took a seat
beside me and we sat there drinking silently. It was awkward. We were once so close I
used to hear her thoughts in my head. Now, neither of us knew what to say, it seemed.
I took a deep breath. Okay, V, it's now or never.
"I'm sorry," we both blurted out at the same time, then laughed.
"What are you sorry for?" I asked after a beat.
She raised her brows. "...You were right, V. The way I treated you wasn't right. I
shouldn't have gotten so involved in your life. I realize that now. I made a mistake."
I was silent for a moment, then asked "What are you?"
"...I'm really not supposed to tell you this—fourth wall breakage and all that... But I
guess you could say that I'm an orchestrator of events. I have some measure of
control over what happens to some sims. But I made a mistake with you, V. I shouldn't
have interfered, gotten involved. It's a mistake I'll never make again. I have to keep
myself out of the—” She stopped, looking shamefully into her cup.
"The story?" I finished for her.
"Right," she said. "Look, I'm sorry for taking too much control in your life. I guess what I
was trying to teach you was that... That even though we all go through tough times,
even though we all endure tragedy and it's heart breaking for us and we wish we don't
have to go through it... It makes us stronger in the end. No life is perfect. We can only
adapt to the changes and pull through."
"You think I'm stronger?" I asked skeptically.
"Of course," she smiled. "Look at you, Miss Five-Top-Businesses. There's hardly a
magazine in the store without your face in it. And next fall, there's going to be a new
economics course about you."
"Yup; it's all about studying your business plans. Turns out all the top moguls mentioned
in SimFortune every month were a bunch of phonies. They can't run a business without
running in the red and going bankrupt in a couple of months."
"You know those are really your plans."
"Oh?" KB tried to act innocent.
I snorted. "Don't be so modest, KB, you know I would have crashed and burned if you
hadn't talked my ear off and crammed my head with business mumbo jumbo... I
never would have made it this far without you," I admitted quietly. "I would have failed
if you hadn't taught me that stuff before... before we fought. When things started to go
south... I thought I was out of options, but then I remembered your advice, and well,
everything worked like a charm, then."
KB just shrugged.
"You knew didn't you?"
"That we'd fight. That's why you tried to teach me stuff... Right?"
She laughed softly. "Why wouldn't I, V? I told you I had your back."
"So what else do you know?"
"...I won't lie to you. I know a lot. Often, I know what you're going to do before you
know what you're going to do. So yes, I did know we'd fight, and I knew about
Consort, and I knew about the house thing and—”
"Did you know about Dagmar? That she'd fall in love with me?"
"No. I didn’t know she’d fall for you." I just looked at her. "What? Sometimes my vision
is cloudy, so to speak."
"Uh, huh. So if you know all this stuff, how do you sleep at night? Doesn't your head just
explode with information?"
We both laughed at that one.
"Look, I promise that from now on, V, I'll let you figure things out on your own—no
matter what I know or don't know. No more interfering. Deal?"
"Deal." I smiled.
"So if you know everything, you probably know why I'm here..."
"To get advice about a certain special someone?" She teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
I blushed. "Yeah..."
"But I can't do that. I just promised you I'd butt out."
"But you have to give me advice—I'm completely lost here! Tell me what to do!
But KB just shook her head. "I can't tell you what to do. I will tell you one thing, though:
follow your heart."
"Oh, come on! You gotta give me more than that!"
KB laughed. "Think for yourself. You know me pretty well. What do you think I'd tell you
I stared into my cup for a while. "I guess the first thing you'd tell me, after you told me
to follow my heart of course, was to stop lying to myself and admit how I really feel."
"And how do you feel?"
"I feel like I can't tell you how I feel."
"But KB, I can't be falling for Ravi, I just can't!"
KB nodded sagely. "You're right."
"Mmhmm. You can't be falling for Ravi because you've already fallen."
"Ok, V. Let's break things down. What's holding you back?"
I sighed. "I guess I just feel like I shouldn't love anyone else again, because, well, of
what happened to Consort. I shouldn't love anyone else because I loved him."
"Oh, V," KB took a sip of chocolate. "Sometimes I wonder how you got so screwed up.
I know *I* didn't make you that way."
"V, what do you think Consort would really want? Don't you think he'd want you to be
"Hmm, you know Ravi was saying something along those lines..."
"And don't you think he was right? Consort would want you to be happy."
"I am happy!" KB gave me a look. "Okay, okay, so I'm a bit... lonely. I guess right
about now you'd launch into a rant about how I've pushed everyone away and
neglected my social life for my businesses and how I've barely spoken to anyone."
"And then you'd make me tell you how I really felt about Ravi, about what really
happened between us."
I put my cup down and got up to pace the room for a few minutes. Eventually, though,
I turned back to face KB.
"Things between us are..." I waved my arms around; KB'd understand. "But it's
supposed to be professional, just business. I mean, I only hired him because I thought
he had to pay off his student loans... Not cuz I was interested..."
"...But now you are." KB prompted with a raised brow.
I just sighed. "But what about Consort?"
"What about him, V? He's dead."
"Don't you see, Consort wouldn't want you to live this way—you're going through the
exact same thing HE went through before he died."
"How so?" I asked, confused.
"Veronica, Consort lived most of his last few years alone, and, consequently,
unhappy. And you know why?" I shook my head. "Because everyone around him—his
children, grandchildren, and everyone he cared most about—expected him to honor
his wife's memory by staying single. You think the Capps made a big deal about you
and Consort because of your age, but don't you see? They never would have
accepted him marrying anyone else, even if he found someone his own age. He
wanted to move on with his life, but his family wouldn't let him; they couldn't let go of
Contessa. As a result, he was miserable."
"V, I know Consort wouldn't have wanted that for you. If he really loved you, he
wouldn't want you to experience the same pain he did. He'd want you to move on
when you were ready."
"I don't know... I just don't think Consort would want me to find someone else..."
"So you think he'd want you to sit around feeling guilty for wanting to move on after his
"You think he'd want you to be alone and miserable?"
"No... But I don't have to be in a relationship to be happy, you know!"
"V, I do think Consort—and everyone else—would be happy if you were truly happy
alone—we'd all be okay with it because *you* were okay with it. But you're not. Truly
happy, that is. Consort wouldn't want you stay alone just because of him. His children
expected that of him and it wounded him deeply. I didn't know Consort as well as
you, V, but I would think that he be okay with it if you found someone that made you
as happy as you made him after his first wife died."
I let all that sink in as I rocked back on my heels. Maybe... Maybe it wouldn't be so
KB must have been able to tell my mind was changing, because she interrupted my
thoughts to ask: "So how do you really feel about Ravi?" She nudged me. "And no lies."
"I'm thinking... I'm thinking that I just might love him." Damn. It still makes me blush to
"And?" She prompted.
"And... I'm thinking that I would like to be married some day. Have kids and stuff," I
mumbled as I traced a floor tile with my shoe.
"With who?" She prompted again.
*Sigh* "With Ravi..." I admitted in a tiny voice. "Are you going to keep making me
admit stuff? I think you just like making me blush."
"Almost done. Now keep thinking; what else?"
*SIGH* "Um... I thinking that I should probably go tell Ravi how I feel before I lose him
"Doing great!" KB gave a big smiled. "Now last one."
"...And I guess I should go apologize to my friends for being such a moron and not
keeping in touch for the past few years?" I asked hesitantly.
"You got it. You see? You don't need me to tell you what to do; you've learned well,
"I learned from the best," I said, giving KB a quick hug goodbye. "Thanks for everything,
KB. I'm sorry for overreacting and cutting you out of my life even though you're always
trying to help me and even though I made a bit of a mess with my friendships I'm
gonna turn my life around again and things will be good this time and—”
"You're welcome!" KB cut me off. "It's good to have you back, V. You're gonna be fine."
"And the best part is, I don't have to worry about some psycho coming around and
screwing things up again!"
"Oh my Plumbbob, I'm so excited—I gotta go find Ravi. Later, KB!" With that, I rushed
back to Bluewater. I was right, talking with KB always made me feel better, even if she
only told me things I already knew, and now my life was finally back on the right
track. I wasn't cursed; I could have my cake and eat it too. I'd have my success AND
the right guy.
"Oh, crap. Should I tell her? But I told her I wouldn't mettle, that I'd stay out of her life..."
You see dear readers, there was something Veronica had to be worried about. Or
rather, someone. Someone who didn't die, who was very much alive living a lot closer
than anyone realized...
What Veronica didn't know—what no one knew, really—was that there was a woman
living in the woods of Veronaville. Out in this tiny cabin, she had everything she
needed and had no cause to contact anyone. "Oh my love," the woman sang to her
plants. She could be as loud as she wanted out here. No one was around for miles and
miles. "Please don't cry," she continued. "I'll wash my bloody hands and, we'll start a
Singing to her plants was one of her favorite things to do. It soothed her when she got
restless. "I ripped out... His throat… And called you on the telephone to… Take off... My
disguise… Just in time to hear you cry..."
And she got restless often. It wasn't easy, lying in wait, pondering when was the right
time to strike and dish out revenge, taking back what was rightfully hers. "When you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine… The night he died… You mourn the
death of your bloody valentine… One... Last... Time… Singin'..."
Plus plotting revenge got dull sometimes and she had to keep herself amused with
only the bare necessities out here.
Though how she got electricity and plumbing out here with no one noticing is just one
of those mysteries of the sim world.
"Oh my love… Please don't cry… I'll wash my bloody hands and… We'll start a new
life… I don't know much at all… I don't know wrong from right… All I know is that I love
Anyway, she'd been planning for a long time and for the first time, she was excited
because it was almost time to strike. Her prey was just where she wanted her. Dagmar
smiled as she bellowed over the stove:
"There was police and… Flashing lights… The rain came down so hard that night and
the… Headlines read… A lover died… No tell-tale heart was left to find… When you..."
Suddenly, she paused her singing to taste her chili. She smiled, mouth wide with
satisfaction. Perfection. She continued singing:
"You mourn the death of your bloody valentine… The night he died… You mourn the
death of your bloody valentine… One... Last... Time… Singin'..."
Anyway, Veronica was finally done building up her businesses. And, since the blue-
eyed beauty had the good sense to become reclusive all on her own, no one would
be suspicious if she moved from the center of town to someplace more remote.
"Oh my love… Please don't cry… I'll wash my bloody hands and… We'll start a new
Dagmar smiled again. Only a few more weeks now, after Veronica finished
completely isolating herself, cutting off her friendships and shutting herself up in that
fabulous mansion of hers.
A mansion that would soon become hers, she thought, sighing wistfully. Dagmar could
see her happy face reflected in the soap bubbles. That place was great, but she'd
have to sell it, of course. It was no place to raise children, which both she and
Veronica would want—after they toured the world a bit. Half dreaming, Dagmar
couldn't keep the grin off her face as she continued her song:
"I don't know much at all… I don't know wrong from right… All I know is that I love you
Yes, it was almost time to strike. Then she and Veronica would live happily ever after.
She sighed blissfully.
"He dropped you off, I followed him home..." she sang softly now. The eerie words
coming out her mouth contrasted greatly with the picture of afternoon sunshine
coming through the window, giving off a creepy chill. "Then I... Stood outside his
bedroom window... Standing over him, he begged me not to do... What I knew... I had
to do... 'Cuz I'm so in love with you!"
Dagmar giggled to herself. "Well, it didn't quite happen like that, but close enough,"
she said to herself. "Things didn't go as planned that night, but I won't make that
mistake again. This time around, things are going to go perfectly. Hell, it had better
after four years of planning..."
After a quick lunch and a change of clothes, Dagmar went back to work. Mornings
she spent outside in her garden while afternoons were spent in her workroom
practicing her craft.
Another secret of hers. And should anyone ever stumble upon this place, they'd never
find the secret rooms she worked in.
Not long after she faked her death and escaped up here, she discovered a spell that
let her scry and peek upon anyone in the present. Problem was, the spell was really
beyond her limited magical abilities. She was powerful, but she had no teachers,
learning magic and spells by instinct and the few ancient books she'd smuggled with
her to the cabin. And since she had but so much magic, she could only scry every
few months or so, and the longer she looked, the more power the spell drained.
Thus, she hadn't checked up on Veronica in a long time, only allowing herself a few
glimpses now and then to make sure her love was okay and that everything was
going according to plan. This way, when the time was right to strike, she'd have
enough power to scry as long as she wanted and set up her plans accordingly.
Excited to get a peak at her love, Dagmar said the incantation and made the
necessary gestures over the mirror on the table in front of her. "No more mistakes..."
she whispered to herself as the spell began taking effect and the mirror started to get
cloudy. White smoked swirled within the glass until the scene eventually settled.
Concerned now, she peered closely at the image before her, curious about what she
was seeing. While she couldn't keep a constant eye on Veronica like she wanted, she
thought she knew a lot about her life. After all, what was the internet for, if not for
learning every single detail of other people's lives? Anyway, she couldn't help being
surprised at the scene in front of her. She wasn't entirely shocked to see Ravi; she
knew he was one of her managers. But she didn't know why they were meeting in
Veronica's living room. She was sure that Veronica didn't have many visitors, if any.
But her confusion was short lived. It turned to rage as she tuned into the conversation
and realized what the pair was discussing.
In her living room, Veronica was in the middle of baring her soul to Ravi.
"Right, so as to why I called you over here... I guess that after all that I realized... I
could finally see that..." Ravi raised his brow and waited for her to finish, a blank
expression on his face.
Veronica swallowed and took a deep breath. "I realized that she was right – that you
were right—that everyone was right and I... I do have feelings for you Ravi. And I think
that after all this time... I really do love you," Veronica said softly, looking up at him.
"WHAT?" Dagmar screamed, dumbfounded. "She—He—But—” she sputtered for a
"When the hell did that happen?!" She finally managed to get out. "I can't believe it. I
turn my back for one second and she's already involved with someone else." She
shook her head. "This can't be happening. And how could I not have seen it? I must
have scryed for her a hundred times and I never saw a thing! I've been upstaged by a
moron again! AND it just had to be that stupid, conniving backstabber. He's so going
to pay for this. Most definitely. Why I'll—” And Dagmar went on like that for a while,
completely drowning out Ravi's response.
He had simply smiled at Veronica and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'm glad
you finally realized that. Does this mean I finally get to take you out to dinner now?"
Ravi leaned back in surprise. "No?"
"Well, not, 'no,' no—I mean of course we can, but—” Veronica rushed to explain. "It's
just I've been thinking a lot. A lot a lot. About what you said—about us having been
sort of dating for two years… And well, I don't think I—we—need to do all that again.
The dating and courtship, I mean. It just seems... silly. Why wait, you know?"
Ravi paused before asking, "Veronica, what are you saying?" He looked a bit
"I-I'm saying that..." She took a breath. "Wow, I don't think I've ever been this nervous."
She paused again. She tried to relax; Ravi would wait for her to get her words out. "I'm
saying that... that I'd like to marry you..."
"That is, um, if you'll still have me?" At this she shut her eyes tight and winced, waiting
for a response.
"Wha? Oh, you got to be kidding me." Dagmar had finally tuned back to the scene
before her. She realized now that the two had a relationship that went far deeper than
she thought. Apparently, her scrying had left a lot of stuff out. Mouth hanging wide
open in shock at Veronica's words, she gripped the sides of the mirror, hoping,
praying, that Ravi would say no.
But of course he didn't.
Ravi waited for Veronica to open her eyes, then flashed her a huge grin. "V, there's
nothing I'd like more." With that, he pulled her in close and kissed her.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!" Shards of glass flew everywhere as Dagmar's fist beat
against the mirror. She was bleeding, but she didn't care. "No," growled. "Not again.
How many flippin' weddings do I have to crash?! I can't lose— I won't. I. Will. Not. Lose.
Veronica WILL be mine," She grounded out through clenched teeth. She was breathing
heavy now, and a maniacal gleam appeared in her eyes.
"I CANNOT LOSE! I WILL NOT LOSE TO A BUNCH OF MORONS!" She yelled again, her
rage bouncing off the cabin walls. Everything she hoped for—all her dreams and
fantasies began to fade, filling her with an irrational fear.
Dagmar tried to calm herself. "I can still do this," she reassured herself. "Things can still
work out— I just have to speed things up a bit... And add one more step to my plans.
Get rid of one more nuisance. Eradicate one more anomaly."
Looking over her shoulder, she glanced at one of her many spellbooks. Then her eyes
cast up over to a shelf filled with various bottles and vials. Smiling, she knew exactly
what need to be done, how to get what she wanted. She had several years worth of
magical potions and spells under her belt this time. The two would never know what hit
them. "No more mistakes," she whispered to herself as she took down a vial.
The End. For Now.
Look at Dagmar, so happy Finding Consort's back.
Sorry this update took so long, but supposedly that means it's extra good right? I also
apologize if this update was a bit different than before and/or confusing. One of these
days I'll write a sim story where you can see a couple fall in love from start to finish.
So I hope you liked this chapter and found it full of good stuff. One note: the
song Dagmar was singing is "My Bloody Valentine" by Good Charlotte. Kinda
morbid, I know, but I thought it fit Dagmar's situation. And sorry I fast forwarded
to the future, but honestly, it would have made the story unnecessarily long and
it was giving me a headache thinking about how to write about topping five
businesses in a interesting, fresh way. So I skipped it. :)
V: "Bleh, Bleh!"
R: "Uh, Veronica…
What are you doing?
V: "Pretending to be a
R: "Okay, then…"
Finally, I hope you liked all the makeovers, especially this guy’s.
R: "Gah, enough with the pictures!"
Aw, Ravi, don’t be so shy. Anyway, I do plan on finishing this story; expect 2 more
chapters. In the meantime, if you have any questions or comments find me at
boolprop.prophpbb.com under the same name. Happy reading. Later Simmers.