forum It Happened One Night

Started August 24, 2020 by @Althalosian-is-the-father book

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Yeah.

Alrighty!

one last question, i swear. setting? like where are they right now? an office/study, some sort of dining room, etc

It’s chill. In the movie they were on a boat so you can do that or make her jump out of a limo or storm out of a fancy house,

oh! i forgot about the boat part lmao. so, on the deck of a fancy boat, and then she proceeds to be as extra as possible and jumps off

Cool cool. Do what you want. Have fun.

Liliane Vanderbilt was known for a couple things.

The first was that she was gorgeous, and well aware of it. The second, was her love for fun. And the third, in a list that was very much not ordered by what people thought of first, was how exceedingly trusting she was of people.

Which was probably why she had fallen in love with, and wanted to marry, the scumbag that was Marvin Yelm.

That was the topic of her current argument with her father. Understandably, though not to her, he didn't want a man like that anywhere near his daughter or his fortune, in that order. But Lili was stubborn, among a lot of things. And she wanted to marry him.

"I don't get it!" She threw her hands up into the air, golden hair framing her head in the mess it had become as it slipped away from her braid. "Marvin's a good man, dad. A great man. And I'm completely in love with him! Is that not reason enough to get married? Is that not enough for your support?"

Her father, millionaire Alexander Vanderbilt, ran a hand through his darker hair. If only she had chosen another day, any day, to run away from him. But she had to choose the one day that rascal Yelm had been ready to woo her. He sighed internally. It was lucky his friends at the police department had tracked them down before the judge had finished the ceremony.
He sighed again, this time out loud.
“Lili, darling! Can’t you see that that-“ he paused. “That fellow, Yelm isn’t out for you. He doesn’t love you, he only wants my- our money.”
He sat down heavily (Alexander Vanderbilt was not quite as slim as he used to be) and gazed up at the ceiling. Ever since her mother died his sweet Lili had changed. Slowly, to be sure, but one day he had been forced to look himself in the mirror and tell himself that he really barely knew his daughter any more. (His therapist had advised him to do this sort of thing often, but he was averse to it most days. It normally required him to tell himself rather unpleasant news.) He got out of his chair again. Lili was staring at him, probably about to come out with some sort of clever retort. He had such a clever daughter. But this was interrupted by the butler bringing in the breakfast platter.
“Let us not argue now,” he suggested. “Have some breakfast. You must be starving.”