Julie's story

The Perfidious Tale

The piano keys felt smooth under my fingers. It had been so long since I’d touched one that I almost forgot their silky velvet feel. I applied pressure to the first note and was off. I was amazed at how natural it felt to play one again. Even in front of all these people I played very well. However, I didn’t dare look up at the audience around me. I had to concentrate or this would never work. With a bang and a flourish my time in the spotlight ended. The dancers clapped and I felt my cheeks redden. Embarrassment would have to wait, I needed to find Peter.

My life as some may know was never simple. I grew up in Northern California and since the age of four my mother’s parents pushed me into the musical industry. As one of the descendents of the great Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart everyone believed that his piano genius may have finally passed down to me: Perfidia Salvek Mozart Jones. Perfidia is the name of my great violinist playing grandma (on my moms side). Salvek is the name of the town where my grandpa got his big break. Mozart explains itself and Jones is the American last name my mother, Clarice, acquired when she married my dad-a professor of statistics. Clarice however, did not retain that last name for very long. At the age of three my mother and father got divorced. I guess Clarice, a world renowned opera singer, could not handle the tediousness of normal life so she left. I rarely see her but her parents the Denali’s were left as my caretakers. Although I still lived with my father they were the ones who loved me and made my life worth living. I used to overhear my father saying: “The chances of Perfidia being another Mozart are a billion to none.” My grandparents took no heed of this. With the little money we had they pushed me through early piano lessons and I struggled my way through them. They personally tutored me for we could not afford legit personal teachers and I never had time for real school. They threw me birthday parties and never let me forget how pretty I was. My bleach blonde hair, frail figure and big eyes were not exactly beauty traits, but they never let me know this. In third grade I asked grandma: “Why am I not beautiful like you?” Looking deep into my large brown eyes she said: “Why if I had a penny for all the different ways in which you are beautiful, I’d be rich!” Life progressed in this fashion until my Junior year of high school. It was then that things started to change.
It was September 26. The Denali’s were away watching my mother perform. I returned home form the studio and walked down our too narrow hallway to the 1970s kitchen. My father led a busy life teaching four classes at the local university and he was not home yet. I wandered to the phone hoping for a message from grandma and grandpa.
“Beep…hello this is the New York Central Hospital,” a robotic voice recited “I am sorry to report the tragic and very unfortunate news that Rupert and Clementine Denali have been killed. The hospital sends their condolences. Please call this number for details. Beep. End of message to save this me-” My legs collapsed. My head hit the linoleum floor with a thud but I couldn’t feel this pain I knew was there. All I wanted to do was walk to the studio and see my grandparents’ faces smiling back at me. But how could I, they were dead. I laid on the floor and cried. My tears came very fast at first, like tidal waves of grief. Eventually the ocean of sadness dried up and I could cry no more. By that time it was nine p.m. and my father was walking through the door. I ran to my room to compose myself. He would not tolerate that type of behavior. My petite body was numbed by woe, my brown eyes were droopy, and my cheeks were red. The last thing I wanted to do was confront my stoic and unempathizing dad. I walked back to the kitchen but didn’t even feel my feet hit the floor. He looked up at me. My tear crusted face betrayed the fact that I knew the dreadful news.
“I called the hospital…it turns out they died in a car accident on the way to your mothe- Clarice’s concert.” I gulped down the tears I knew my eyes could not produce. “The funeral is next Saturday, Clarice will be there. It is then that we’ll decide what to do with you.”
The next week passed in a blur. Relatives visited, neighbors brought us food and I mainly kept to my room. My head constantly hurt no doubt from my collapse and lack of sleep. My despondent attitude had no effect on my father. The only thing he said to me was: “Why Don’t you go play a piano.” It was then that I decided never to play a piano again. With the piano issue resolved, my life was the next problem. Would I finally attend public school? Did I even want to go to school anymore? Would my father send me away to boarding school? Or maybe my mother would have some Russian relatives to send me to. These questions and many more were answered on Saturday, the day of the funeral. Clarice arrived at noon dressed in black with her perfect Arian looks a little awry with grief. Her blonde hair I inherited was done up in a bun and her blue eyes, the same blue eyes grandma Clementine had, were puffy. I was idly sitting in the living room, waiting for the car to come and take us to the funeral when I overheard a conversation between my parents.
“Well, you can’t expect to send her to public school,” my dads gruff voice said. “I don’t think the other students would take too kindly to her. Not with what you’ve done.”
“Excuse me Ralph, but what else did you have in mind. Are you going to teach her? Or did you expect me to stay here and care for her?” Clarice’s voice sounded dejected.
“Well, no but I was thinking that maybe you had someone or somewhere she could go.” So that’s it, they were sending me to some crazy Russian relatives.
“Ralph! Perfidia is not some child who can create a new life with strange relatives. She is nearly out of high school. Sending her to my family in Europe would not be wise.”
“Well, then why don’t- oh the car is here, we’d better go.” I quickly resituated myself into a position of nonchalance and looked up when they entered the room.
The drive to the cemetery was nothing but quiet. Nobody said anything. I desperately wanted to look at Clarice and see an invitation in her face to hug her, and cry on her shoulder but I didn’t dare look up. We walked up a grassy hill and the sun shone very brightly on our faces. It was the most gorgeous day, blue sky brisk wind and birds chirping. How could the world be so happy on a day like this? For the first time in days my eyes watered and tears rolled down my cheeks. Apparently my sorrow was not yet over. I stood next to my father, but could have been standing completely alone. Just me and my dead grandparents, it was too much for me to handle. I quickly spun around and fled the scene. My parents wouldn’t even notice my disappearance and I would compose myself before it was time to go. The WestPoint beach was only a few blocks away from the cemetery and that was my destination. I ran down the streets receiving startling stares from strangers. I threw off my shoes and let my bare feet hit the sand. Then I collapsed. I embraced the sunlight and cried, not forceful tears but tears of goodbye. This was the last time I would let this tragic event take a hold of me. I was 17 years old, it was time to grow up. I caught up with my parents back at the car. When I arrived they were once again in discussion of my future.
“Well I guess that might work,” I heard Clarice say.
“Its really the only chance we’ve got..” Ralph replied.
“Perfidia, darling everything is going to be okay.” As Clarice said these oh so shocking words she reached out for me and embraced my thin body. I would have cried, if I hadn’t been so stunned by her sudden interest in my well-being. Ralph ushered us into the car and the ride back quite contradicted with the ride there.
“So Perfidy, is it alright if I call you that?” my silent nod did not dampen her enthusiasm. “ I really do want to get to know you better. Now that the Den- well lets not talk about that. So Perfidy, you play the piano right?” A lump caught in my throat and I could only nod my head in response. “That’s lovely! Oh I do wish to hear you play. Perhaps this evening, I head out tomorrow for Europe. “
“You’re going to Europe tomorrow?” I bewildered myself by talking. But how could she possibly be leaving the country so soon? Her parents just died and her only child was stranded.
“Why yes, Perfidy you must realize that I am a most famous singer, in quite high demand. The death of my parents will not have an effect on my career.” I stared out the window in silence, how could this lady be the daughter of the Denali’s. Clarice and Ralph exchanged looks of worry.
“Perfidia. Do you abhor Europe?” My father asked. How could they be so stupid?
“Of course I don’t! I just can’t believe someone,” I shot a glare at Clarice “to be so…insensitive!”
“Oh that’s your concern, ha! Don’t worry about me, I will be fine. My insensitivity comes with my job.” Clarice and Ralph both looked relieved. For once my mind was at a loss. The rest of the trip Clarice talked, almost flirted with Ralph and I kept quiet. Clarice told me to go upstairs and change and then come play Piano for her. Anything to get away from her, I thought. My room upstairs looked exactly the same as it always did. A little closet, a mirror and a bed. I slipped into some casual clothes and wandered around prolonging my entrance downstairs. I glanced in the mirror. My bleach blonde hair was quite long and my eyes for once did not look too puffy. I was healing. But I still did not want to play the piano. I was never exactly good at it, and Clarice would just make things worse. Nevertheless I eventually went downstairs. Clarice and Ralph were sitting at the table in discussion.
“Lets tell her now, the sooner the better.”
“Hello Perfidy! So nice of you to join us,” Clarice said as I walked in. “Now, I know you were expecting to play the piano for me, but there has been a change in plans. My flight for Europe has been moved to earlier this evening and so well..Ralph you tell her.”
“Perfidia,” my father said in a calm voice, not looking at me. “We have decided that, since The Denali’s are no longer here to take care of you and teach you, that you will go and live with your mother for the rest of your high school years. Then you can do whatever you want.” If I hadn’t been holding onto a chair I would have collapsed. Clarice saw the shock in my face and reacted accordingly.
“Isn’t it lovely darling? We can finally get to know each other! You’ve never been to Europe and I’ve never experienced mother-ship!” I finally found my voice.
“When? Why? How..did you come up with this conclusion?” It was Ralph that answered.
“Perfidia,” he actually looked at me “you know I lead a busy life, and there are certain circumstances that absolutely forbid you from attending regular high school. You will go and live with your mother and that’s that!”
“What circumstances, what could possibly make attending high school out of the question?” I don’t even know why I was arguing. Its not like I wanted to go to high school anyway.
“Perfidy, don’t worry about that. Just go pack your belongings. Okay?” Clarice’s silky sweet voice sounded so fake to my ears. This woman could never love me as her parents did. I didn’t really have a choice though. I could run away, but that was childish and silly.
“How much time do I have?” I asked in a monotone voice.
“About 3 hours,” Ralph said resuming his stoic stare at the floor. I left the room. Three hours left in California. It was a good thing I didn’t have friends because that would make leaving easier. Life in Europe might be fun..or exciting, I thought optimistically. Then a new question occurred to me. Would I do schoolwork in Europe? Or would I just tour around with Clarice? The answer would have to wait. I threw my clothes into a large suitcase and put my other belongings in another bag. Then I sat on my bed and let the news really sink in. No more Silent Ralph, no more piano lessons, no more sunny California and no more wondering about my mother.
Before we left for the airport Ralph made us soup. Apparently he loved to cook, he wasn’t bad either. Clarice kept telling him how delicious and absolutely wonderful his soup was and I kept silent as usual. I was thinking about how little I knew of Ralph. He loved statistics, probability and cooking. That’s about all I knew. I used to come to the conclusion that Ralph wished I was never born, but I received different vibes that night. Ralph paid no attention to the beautiful Clarice’s complements, instead his usual stare at the floor was redirected at me. I pretended not to notice but felt uncomfortable all the same.
“Oh and the broth is so creamy!” the over-ecstatic Clarice exclaimed. Ralph looked at the clock.
“We’d better go or you’ll miss your flight.” They both got up and headed for the already packed car. I lingered a bit longer silently saying goodbye to my house and my life. On the way to the airport Clarice gabbed on and I was already almost accustomed to her new found chipperness. Ralph drove pretending not to listen and I sat in the back wishing I could zone Clarice out.
“Europe is great. Great night life. Great audiences. Great everything!” Ralph snorted but Clarice pretended not to notice. She went on praising Europe especially Austria. I watched Ralph’s expression in the rear view mirror. He mainly looked like the normal expressionless Ralph but occasionally he grimaced. Words like Vienna and St. Claire’s Cathedral brought on this strange display of emotion. Watching his face I realized how little I resembled him. He had brown eyes but they were small and squinty. His hair was short and also brown. His nose was long and thin compared to my small round one. We didn’t look alike but I definitely picked up on some of his traits. Unexpression and blank stares topped the list.
“Ooh! We’re finally here!” Clarice chimed as we pulled in to park. I grabbed my blue suitcase and we headed inside. Clarice bought my ticket and we checked in. Then it was time for goodbye. Clarice turned to Ralph and pecked him on the cheek,
“Thanks Darling,” she said. Ralph turned to face me. I expected some sort of half-hearted goodbye but he said nothing. Unless my eyes deceived me it looked as if he might cry. WE embraced in an awkward hug and I mumbled
“bye dad.” he looked at us one last time then left.
“Well Perfidy shall we?” She motioned me forward through security. As the guard checked my carry-on and censored my body I thought about Ralph. What had brought on his weird reaction to my departure? Maybe he did love me, after all he was my father. My thoughts were interrupted by Clarice’s high voice ringing out.
“Perfidy come over here!” she yelled enthusiastically. I walked over there. “ Perfidy this is Shmoltz, he is from Austria. He is my agent and the one who gave me my luxurious life style.”
“Hello, “ I said gravely, shaking his hand. He smelled of wine and cigars, was unshaven and very sultry looking.
“Why hello there young lady,” he said sizing me up. I folded my arms across my chest. “ Clarice you never told me she had your dazzling hair. Most unfortunate that she didn’t inherit your eyes but it will have to do.” I wondered why on earth my looks mattered, but that thought didn’t last long.
“How did it go this weekend?” Clarice asked.
“Oh most terrible. We suffered a great blow. Jazel tripped and Jasminda smiled the whole time.”
“Oh, how dreadful. What about Justine, did she do well?”
“Well she did great but her figure can be most unpleasing.” I cleared my throat to remind them of my presence.
“Ohm I forgot to mention that Shmoltz heads a modeling agency in Rome.” Clarice added this for my benefit then turned to Shmoltz. “ Is J still in fashion?”
“Of course it is. I told you: names starting with J will be in fashion till Christmas.” By this time I had come to the conclusion that I now lived in a world full of lunatics.
Clarice and Shmoltz talked fashion for the majority of the long plane ride to New York. I tried to sleep but utterly failed. I’d never taken a special interest in fashion, maybe from my lack of public schooling or maybe from my serious piano practicing. Nevertheless hearing of styles and designers for nearly 5 hours made me never want to go shopping again. Unfortunately I would be doing just that very shortly.
“So perfidy, once we land in New York Shmoltz and I have a meeting to go to and you will be going shopping with Matilda.”
“Who’s Matilda?”
“She Is Shmoltz’s sister and an expert in how to dress stylishly for less. You don’t expect me to take you around looking like that, but I am not going to get real clothes till we’re in Italy.” Oh that makes perfect sense, I thought. Real clothes aren’t made in New York.
“Hello, I am Matilda,” a dark haired woman said. I shook her hand. She had a nice complexion, her hair was dark like her brothers but it was long and fulfilled. With deep red lips and a pale skin tone she looked just like a China doll.
“Ok, so Matilda will take it from here and we’ll meet back at the airport around six,” Clarice said, “Oh and Perfidy don’t forget..have fun!” With that Shmoltz and Clarice left me with this stranger. Matilda gave me an encouraging smile and we set off.
“So, I’ve heard that you’ve gone through a kind of rough time these past few days.”
“Yeah..mm I guess you could say that.” I was shocked at her normality. I hadn’t expected to meet someone half decent.
“Well, hopefully Clarice will make you a happy life, she’s a bit out there sometimes but you’d be surprised how…” she thought for a minute “kind she can be.” I mumbled something insignificant in response. My silence didn’t hinder Matilda.
“I do understand, however, that shopping isn’t exactly one of your favorite past times…?”
“Yeah, um, I guess you could say I am fashion challenged.” My lack of a creative response annoyed me for some reason. Why did I want to impress her?
“Well, I will make this as painless as possible. I give you clothes, you try them on and that’s that.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad..” We pulled up to the busiest mall I had ever seen and started shopping. Everything went exactly how Matilda had described it. I tried on dresses and pants, blouses and jackets anything you can imagine. Matilda had an eye for style. She picked out things I wouldn’t have looked twice at, but they fit me wonderfully. I am ashamed to admit it but by the end of the day, I didn’t abhor fashion as much as I thought.
“Well, that will have to work for now, when you arrive in Italy Shmoltz will take you on a much more intense shopping day.”
“..great..” I mumbled, Matilda heard.
“I know. Even as his sister I just can’t stand him sometimes.”
“You know..I don’t really see how you two can be related. You’re so..and he’s so..” A high breezy laugh rang out.
“I guess I do know what you mean, but unfortunately Shmoltz is the one who you will be dealing with. I mean after all he is your new boss.”
“What!? What do you mean my new boss?”
“Oh..you didn’t know? Silly me. Here let me explain. Shmoltz heads a modeling agency in Vienna, and you are his new model.” it was as if I had just got punched in the face. Me? A model? That just didn’t make sense at all.
“why?” My voice came out a little more scared than shocked. Modeling held no agacerie to me and my future plans. Matilda went on in a casual tone:
“Shmoltz is running low on supplies, all of his current models are…loosing their spark.”
“So he chose me??”
“Well, in a way Clarice chose you. She took you in knowing full well what would befall you.” I pondered this statement for awhile. In the end I guess it didn’t matter. If they wanted to make me a model, so be it. Music was no longer my calling, modeling was.
The departure from New York and Matilda was more sad than I expected. I had found a friend in Matilda and now I was going back to crazy-people town. She promised to come in the winter for the winter expose, but could I wait that long? I would have to. The plane ride to Italy passed very similar to the first. Clarice and Shmoltz talked of fashion or her new concert, and I slept, or tried to sleep.
“Clarice Montez and party…Clarice Montez and party.” the intercom blared as we arrived in Italy.
“Okay.. Okay we’re here already-stop it,” Shmoltz complained as the intercom didn’t stop. I followed Clarice down an escalator to the front desk.
“I’m here!” She said enthusiastically.
“Your cab awaits you,” a lady said in a strong Italian accent. Once outside a huge stretch limo pulled up to take us away.
“Some cab,” I whispered.
“It’s not a ‘cab’,” I heard back. I spun around to see a young dark-haired boy holding open the limo door. I blushed and scrambled to get inside. My first day in Italy and I had already made a complete fool of myself…great.
“Drive on,” Clarice said as the doorman got in front.
“So Perfidy, I know you’ve just had a long flight and need to get settled but first something must be done about your appearance.” I looked down at my worn out jeans, then to Clarice’s shimmering top. Why did she have to talk to loud, even the driver could hear her. I nodded my head to embarrassed to talk.
“Is everything alright? You’re not sick are you? You’re extremely red.” I swear I heard a chuckle from the front seat.
“I’m fine,” I stammered. Reassured and no doubt relieved Clarice instructed Sergio (the driver) to take us to her flat and then to the modeling building. A few minutes later we pulled up to a beautiful building with vines growing up its side. My jaw dropped in astonishment as I realized that this would be my new home. My door opened and I stepped out amazed. I didn’t even realized that the young doorman was out rightly laughing at my amazement.
“Give us an hour or so, and we’ll meet you right here,” Clarice told Sergio. I found it odd that Shmoltz accompanied us into our house, but I guess I would have to get used to it. Once through the front doors a marble staircase was seen. The walls were the color of a perfectly ripe raspberry and the gold tinted floor accented it nicely. Vases of flowers lined the windowsills and gorgeous pictures hung from the walls.
“So nice to be home!” Clarice said. I followed her up the stairs to see my new room.
“You will sleep in here, and I will be just down the hall,” Clarice said motioning to doors. “Your luggage will arrive while we are out, so you can unpack when we get back.” Feel free to make yourself at home, we leave in an hour.” With that Clarice left me to my thoughts. I opened the tall brass door and entered my room. The air smelled of fresh flowers and a cool breeze from outside hit my face. Directly in front of me was a large open door leading out to a balcony. I quickly ran out there to see the view. I could see the limo parked in the driveway and the coliseum in the distance.
“Absolutely beautiful!” I gasped. I turned back to the rest of my room. A well adorned bed sat in a corner and a vanity stood across from it. I walked over to the closet door and opened it. To my surprise it was filled with clothes.
Are these mine? I thought. I shifted through them and found that they were all my size. Clarice must have phoned ahead and got some clothes put in. I shut the closet door and looked around my room. Maybe life wouldn’t be so bad. I decided to look around the house. I walked around upstairs and found a couple bathrooms and a few bedrooms. What I really wanted to find was the kitchen. I walked down the ravishing staircase to the first level. I went to the right and found a little sitting room. A door led outside to a nice little backyard/patio. I returned to the main entrance and went to my left. The smell of baking pastries hit my nose. I followed my senses down a hallway and some stairs to a cute little kitchen. Steam was coming from the stove and a short Italian girl was rolling some dough. She looked up at me. I turned to go but she said:
“You must be Perfidia!” I did a 180.
“Yes, that’s me,” I said.
“Oh, most lovely to finally meet you, Clarice has called many times telling us all about you.”
“All?” I asked.
“Well yes the whole staff here.” My inquisitive look induced her to keep talking. “There’s Marcus the gardener, Louise the housekeeper and me, Cynthia, the cook…oh and don’t forget Sergio.”
“Yes, well I’ve already met him,” I said remembering. My stomach grumbled.
“Are you hungry?” I nodded my head. “Well, Clarice never eats these pastries. Shmoltz is always telling her to slim down. You might as well eat up.” I hungrily snatched a roll and shoved it in my mouth. With my appetite somewhat clenched I started asking Cynthia questions.
“How long have you worked here?”
“Oh, about 3 years. The others have worked here for much longer. Well that is except Peter.”
“Who’s Peter?” I asked.
“He’s Sergio’s nephew. He’s training to become Clarice’s new driver, when Sergio leaves.” So Peter was the one who laughed at me.
“How old is he?”
“Well, I’d say he’s about 18 maybe 19. His father works in Austria as an artist. From what I’ve heard Peter was forced to come here to obtain a real profession by his mother. I guess artistry doesn’t count in her book.” I let it all sink in then asked.
“Why is Sergio leaving?”
“Nobody knows for sure. But rumor has it that he wants to make a name for himself and woo Clarice. I guess they used to be sweethearts.” Sergio and Clarice. I couldn’t picture it. I changed the subject.
“Do you know when Clarice’s next concert is?”
“Sorry, but I am never told of those things.”
“Thanks anyway,” I said. Then the large clock in the kitchen struck 4.
“Well I better go,” I said “Thanks for the rolls, they’re delicious!” I hurried back upstairs just in time to see Clarice and Shmoltz coming down.
“Perfidy, how do you like the house?” Clarice asked as we walked outside.
“It’s absolutely perfect,” I said.
“And you will look just perfect in it when we’re done with you,” Shmoltz said. Peter held open the door and we all got in.
“Clarice?” I asked “When is your next concert?”
“That is a very good question. Sergio?”
“Yes,” he said.
“When is my next concert?” Peter fumbled through some papers and pulled out a schedule.
“It is in two months,” Sergio said.
“Yes, that’s right, I remember now,” Clarice said. “While you and Shmoltz are beautifying you, I will be rehearsing.”
“I will get to go to your concert. Wont I?”
“Of course you will. I would not have it any other way.” We pulled up to a large industrial building.
“Off we go!” Shmoltz said. “You’d better remember her now, cause after this you won’t recognize her.” Clarice laughed. Peter however looked directly at me as if creating a mental picture of me as Shmoltz encouraged.
“Bye Perfidy! Have fun!” Clarice shouted as they drove off. Shmoltz led me into the building and down many hallways until we stopped outside a large room.
“First, we give you the body remedy. This consists of a mud mask, a body wrap, and cleansing treatments. In you go.” He pushed me inside and a swarm of girls took over. They undressed me, washed me and wrapped me up. They scrubbed my head, my feet and my back. I don’t think I’d ever had that much attention, or ever felt that clean. A couple hours later they were done and I was sent in a bathrobe to another room. With silky smooth skin and totally relaxed muscles and went to the hair salon. Here a man stared for awhile at my long white blonde hair.
“Hmm…Hmmm” he muttered looking at me from different sides. Then he led me to a sink and deeply washed and scrubbed my head. He then inserted color and tinfoil into my hair and let me be for a little bit. All too soon he returned and rewashed my hair. Then he whipped out some shears and started cutting. I had no idea what he was doing, but I didn’t really care. I saw quite a bit of hair fall on the floor and felt shorter layers hitting my face. He put his scissors away and inserted gel and mouse into my hair. For the finishing touches he blow dried it. Finally he spun me around so I could see my new do. My normally blinding hair was toned down a little bit but still shockingly white. I had bangs that surprisingly framed my face very nicely. My hair reached my armpit which meant that he had taken a good five inches off. The Italian hair stylist then took me to a beauty saloon. Girls once again overcame me. They plucked and pinched and pampered me till my face hurt. I thought they were done but I was wrong. They led me to another chair to apply my makeup. I sat still and pretended that it didn’t hurt when they shoved eyeliner on my eye. What seemed like an eternity later, they let me be. I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize myself. My skin was still pale, and my eyes were still big but they looked different. My eyes looked like they belonged to my face, they popped out and looked really good. Then Shmoltz walked in.
“Oh Perfidia you look ravishing!” He said. “ Now for the finishing touches.” What else could they possibly do to me? I followed Shmoltz down a few more hallways and into a room full of people and clothes. Shmoltz dolled me up in ravishing gowns and casual outfits. A pile as big as a barn built up and I slowly realized that the clothes in the pile were mine. Finally the end was in sight. It was nearly ten o’clock and I was pooped. The building was almost deserted and Shmoltz was showing me the runway. I was dressed in some newly acquired pajamas and was attempting the model “strut.”
“Move your hips more…not that much,” Shmoltz shouted commands from the sideline. Then, finally I heard the car pull up and we left the building. Clarice and Peter were standing outside the car waiting for us. I had almost forgotten my new look until I saw their shocked faces. Clarice looked pleased and Peter looked scared.
“Shmoltz you’ve done it again!” She said. I couldn’t imagine my self looking good when I felt so tired. But apparently I did. Clarice and Shmoltz started fawning over how good I looked and I slithered into the car. The last thing I heard was Clarice saying, “Drive on,” then I was consumed by sleep.
The next morning I awoke in my new room and almost didn’t recognize where I was. I rolled over and looked out the large window. The sun was rising painting the sky a gorgeous shade of periwinkle. It must have been around six or seven o’clock. Surprisingly I wasn’t tired, so I got out of bed. I walked past a mirror and almost fainted. I had completely forgotten about my look. I looked more like Clarice now, more than I ever thought was possible. If I had thought I resembled Ralph before, the comparison was gone. I threw my hair into a pony tale and put on the least fancy clothes I could find. I decided to look around the house some more and hoped to meet Marcus and Louise. That happened very quickly, the second I left my room I saw Louise dusting the picture frames.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Good morning,” I replied. My voice had a groggy sound.
“I am Louise, the housekeeper.”
“I’m Perfidia.”
“I know who you are.”
“Oh..right.” Louise then went back to her cleaning. I could sense that she wanted to be alone so I headed downstairs. I smelt Cynthia’s breakfast food the second I hit the main floor. I hurried to the kitchen.
“Good morning,” I said, walking in. Cynthia nodded in response.
“Is there possibly something I could eat?” She looked up at me.
“I was instructed to feed you along with everyone else, so you’ll have to wait.”
“Is everything alright?” Something was very different about Cynthia this morning.
“I’m perfectly content. But I think you should go. If Shmoltz found you down here, he’d have my head.” So that was it. Cynthia had gotten in trouble for feeding me rolls yesterday. I found it fruitless to talk to her anymore so I left. For some reason I was feeling very optimistic. I had no idea what would befall me. In the hopes of meeting Marcus I went outside. I walked around the grounds for awhile but didn’t meet anyone. The limo was parked in the driveway, and I wondered where Sergio and Peter slept. I didn’t dwell on that thought for long, for I heard Clarice calling my name. I hurried back inside.
“Perfidia Salvek Mozart Jones!” She shouted as I entered.
“What? What’s wrong?” I asked. Clarice recomposed her face and looked at me sternly.
“Perfidia, darling, please don’t run off like that. I was so worried.” Bewilderment ran through me like an electric shock.
“I’m sorry,” I said still confused.
“Well, lets not let it happen again. Breakfast is in the parlor, come on.” We went into the parlor and everyone was there already. Shmoltz was sitting down Sergio and Peter were standing against the wall along with Cynthia and Louise. A man about the age of Ralph also stood with them. Marcus I assumed. We sat down near Shmoltz.
“So nice of you to join us, Perfidia,” He said. I stayed quiet. “Before we start eating we need to get some things straight.” He turned to me. “Perfidia, now that you are in model training you will eat only what I feed you. Is that clear?” I nodded and Cynthia bowed her head. “Good. Now I would really appreciate it if you didn’t wake so early and run off, models need their beauty rest. Plus, if you fall asleep like you did last night poor Peter will have to carry you in again. I am sure he would appreciate it if you got a good amount of sleep.” I nodded once more, this time my face was as red as an apple on a summer’s day. Why did Peter carry me in? Couldn’t Sergio or anyone else? “Good, I am glad all that is taken care of, now we can eat.” Cynthia brought out trays of fruit and others of biscuits. I reached for a biscuit.
“No, no Perfidia,” Clarice said sliding the fruit tray in front of me. “eat this instead.” I started eating fruit. Why was I on a diet, its not like I was fat or anything.
“Today we are going back to the agency where the real work will begin,” Shmoltz told me after breakfast. “Sergio, come now we don’t want to be late.”
“Is Clarice coming?” I asked.
“no, she has to rehearse,” he said coldly. We got in the car and headed straight for hell. Today the agency was quite different from yesterday. Tall, skinny styling models were everywhere. I would never fit in. Sure I was skinny, but everyone else had about three inches on me. I walked close behind Shmoltz as the looked down at me. Scorn and contempt blazed in their eyes. We walked past rooms labeled Janet, Jazel, Jasmine and Jamie.
“What’s with the Js?” I asked.
“Names starting with J are in season right now. That reminds me. Your model name is Juniper.” I didn’t try to see the point behind that.
“Today you will sit in class with runway professionals learning all about the modeling industry. Then you will practice the walk and we will see what to do with you.” The irony about all of this was that I was actually going to school, modeling school. The day passed just as Shmoltz said it would. I learned about all the designers and previous models. Then I learned the theory of the runway walk and was forced to try it in front of everyone. The coaches deliberated and it was decided that I would be the fifth model to walk in the winter program. Whether that was good or bad I had no idea. For lunch I had a vegan sandwich. I felt very out of place and I am sure I looked it. That night I fell asleep in the car again. Being a model was tiring business. I am guessing that Peter carried me in, but I didn’t care. Me and Peter barely ever saw each other or talked so there was no need to be nervous. The next few weeks passed in the same manor. Some days I would practice posing and smiling with my eyes. Others I would practice walking in heels and eventually everything was second nature. Occasionally the other models would poke fun at me. But more than not I got the impression that they were jealous of me. They slaved their whole life to be a runway model and I got it handed to me on a silver platter. However, my new life was real now, and I was used to it. I would have forgotten all about my old life except I was unexpectedly reminded of it one day. It was Sunday, so I got back from the agency at six o’clock instead of ten. This was the only time I had to myself. I usually spent it sitting in my room thinking, or sleeping. One day in November I decided to walk around out in the yard. As I strolled through the lawns I saw Marcus planting seeds. I headed towards him to talk to him, when I heard a sound I hadn’t heard in forever. The tinkling sounds of piano notes filled the air. I stopped dead in my tracks. It was beautiful. The player played brilliantly. My eyes filled with tears as my previous life controlled my thoughts. It had been months since I’d thought of Ralph and pianos. Tears flew across my face as I followed the noise to find its home. I ran across the yard to the garage on the far side. I had never been in there before but now I threw caution to the wind and ripped open the door. Inside it was nicely furnished. There were two beds and a small staircase leading upstairs. The sound was coming from the upper floor. I hurried up those stairs as if my life depended on it. I threw open the door. There I saw Peter, playing a gorgeous piano. He was turned away form me so I saw the fluid movement of his hands over the keys. My tears came in full force. I knew I should’ve left but I couldn’t. I just stood there listening and crying, pretty pathetically no doubt. Then he abruptly stopped and turned around. Our eyes met. What could I do now? How could I explain myself? Before I had a chance to speak Peter was standing up headed towards me.
“Perfidia what’s wrong?” real fear sounded in his voice. I couldn’t speak I just kept crying. He started to look really concerned and I decided that I should say something.
“Paino..Ralph….Denali’s..” was all that came out. Peter understood though. He sighed with relief.
“You really had me worried.” he looked back at my tear-stricken face. “would you like to play?” he asked. I shook my head violently. He nodded in understanding.
“I only asked because I heard you used to play pretty well. But I can see how that would be hard.” Silence followed. My tears slowly abated and I found my voice.
“Sorry for interrupting you,” I said. He looked up.
“Oh, that’s okay. Sorry for causing you pain…” he trailed off. I shook my head.
“No, you didn’t cause me pain, if anything you brought me back…I am so glad your playing reminded..” I started crying again but quickly stopped myself, this was embarrassing enough. “What were you playing?” I asked trying to quell the awkwardness.
“Nothing really, I was just messing around.” This time he blushed instead of me.
“Do you mean to say that you made that up?” I asked astonished.
“Well..yeah I guess, but its not very good.” I really smiled for the first time in weeks.
“I think its brilliant!” Peter looked at me and smiled too.
“You know what’s weird..” he began but was interrupted by Clarice’s voice.
“Perfidy! I need you in the parlor!” I quickly wiped me face.
“Thank you Peter, for everything,” I said and left the room. I felt free as a bird and giddy as a care-free child. I entered the parlor and Clarice and Shmoltz stood there waiting.
“Perfidy, darling why is your face red?” Clarice asked.
“I..was just running in the yard,” I lied lamely.
“Well, there is something me and Shmoltz need to tell you. Next month is my concert and the month after that is your runway show. We have decided that you need a big entrance into society. People must know who you are, before you hit the spotlight of it will be turmoil.” I sat still and listened. “There is a party next Sunday that you must attend and you must attend it alone. You will make a splash then.” The news didn’t weight down my happiness one bit. A party, okay fine I can do parties I thought.
“Okay sounds like fun!” I said. They both looked at me shocked.
“Are you sure your ok?” they asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I assured them.
“Ok, well that’s all.” I gave them a smile and went to my room. The party left my thoughts and Ralph entered them. I wondered how he was doing, if he was lonely. I remembered how busy his life was and thought that he probably didn’t have time to be lonely. I then thought of the Denali’s. This time though, I didn’t cry. My wound had completely healed. Whenever I thought of them I felt happy and the wonderful life I had with them. I remembered how much I used to play piano. I wondered if I remembered anything. Thinking of the piano led me to Peter. Peter the doorman who had laughed at me, could play the piano. Not only could he play, he could compose. Talk about descendant of Mozart. I didn’t think of him as a piano player only though. He was nice and caring. Why had I not become his friend? I guess I didn’t have time. I spent so much time in the same car with him, but never even talked to him. That was going to change. I was going to change. Sure I would still be a model in training but that wasn’t all I was going to be. I was going to be the Perfidia the Denali’s would be proud of. With my newfound resolution in mind the next week was the best week I’d had in awhile. I enjoyed my time at the agency for a change and actually tried to be a good model. Every night I would walk with Peter in the yard. We got to know each other, and made up for how little we communicated before. We never talked about anything serious, but they were very pleasant all the same. As Sunday approached talk of the party was everywhere. It seemed as if every model from the agency would be attending. Loretta, a model from Belgium, told me how this was her first party as well. That made me feel less nervous. Saturday night, however made it worse. Shmoltz had to stay at the agency that night so I went out to the car alone. Sergio was the only one there. He rolled down his window.
“Looks like its just me and you tonight,” he said smiling.
“Do I have to sit in the back?”
“No, hop in front.” I walked around the car and got in. He started driving.
“So.. You excited for your party?” he said casually.
“I guess, I mean how bad can it be.” He laughed cruelly. “What?” I demanded.
“Um..Perfidia, have you ever been to a party before?” he asked with a devious smirk.
“No,” I said starting to get worried.
“Well I used to take Clarice to them and unless you are stuck-up and rich, they are no fun. And don’t forget about the dancing. Everyone there expects you to dance perfectly and if you don’t dance then you’re ridiculed.” Dread filled me up.
“You mean to say, I have to dance?”
“Yes. Before Clarice was famous I took her to parties just so she would have a partner.” So they were sweethearts, I thought. Then another thought struck.
“But Sergio, what if nobody dances with me? What if I can’t dance?” My voice shook with fear.
“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get asked to dance.” With that last sentiment we pulled up to the house. I walked inside determined to find Clarice. Unfortunately she was already asleep so my questions would have to wait for morning. I went into my room ready to crash but there was a note on my bed.
Perfidy,
We don’t expect you to go to the agency tomorrow because of the party. Please feel free to sleep in as late as you want. I will be gone all day having a dress rehearsal. Shmoltz will come over at four to get you ready. Have fun!
-Clarice


How could this be happening? Clarice was leaving, I didn’t know how to dance and the party was tomorrow. I laid in bed running through everything in my head. Maybe Shmoltz would teach me tomorrow. It was useless, there was no way I was going to be a dancer in a couple of hours. I finally fell asleep and had dreams about old guys forcing me to dance when I couldn’t. I woke with a start. It was ten o’clock. I realized that today was the first day off I had ever had and decided to go find Peter. I dressed quickly and went outside to the garage. I didn’t hear the piano. I crept inside but it was obvious that nobody was there. I walked back to the main house. I was feeling very lonely when Louise walked by.
“Hello,” I said. She glanced at me and kept walking. Ever since I’d met her she didn’t like me. I thought about visiting Cynthia, but didn’t want to get her in trouble. Instead I decided to find Marcus. I had only spoken to him once before but only very briefly. I walked through the yards and finally spotted him.
“Hello Marcus,” I said politely.
“Hello Perfidia,” he replied not looking up. I debated whether to ask him if he knew how to dance or not curiosity won.
“Um Marcus, do you know how to dance?” He looked up astonished.
“What? Why would you ask such a thing?” he asked roughly although I saw a smile on his lips.
“Well there is this party tonight and I don’t think I know how to dance.” He laughed and something about it sounded familiar.
“I know how to dance,” he said “I used to go dancing with Clarice a lot.” Who hasn’t I thought.
“Would you teach me?” I asked hopefully.
“Of course I will,” he answered smiling. He got to his feet and stood across from me.
“Okay, first I will bow and you will curtsy…good now we hold like this, yes, very good.” The dance lesson went very well. Lucky for me I only had to learn the Waltz. We danced for about an hour or so and then he had to get back to work.
“Thank you so much Marcus!” I said.
“It was my pleasure,” he bowed and I curtsied and then he went back to work. My fears subsided a little. The only thing I had to worry about now was whether or not anyone would dance with me. Four o’clock rolled around and Shmoltz came in right on the dot.
“How was your day?” he asked as he put me in a red gown.
“It was..very good,” I decided remembering Marcus.
“Not as good as this dress,” Shmoltz said standing away from me to look at it. It was a backless silk red dress complete with gloves. My pale skin contrasted lovely with it. Shmoltz continued to curl my hair and do my makeup. Finally it was time to go.
“now remember everything we’ve taught you about being in society,” he reminded me as Sergio and I prepared to leave. Peter once again was not there.
“I will,” I assured him. Then we were off. We didn’t converse much and I desperately wanted to ask about Peter but didn’t. Finally we pulled up to a small tavern.
“Have fun,” Sergio said smiling at my nervousness. I got out of the car and walked into the Tavern. Once inside I stood there like a scared puppy. The room was very smoky and dimly lit. I felt like I was glowing which was exactly what I didn’t want to do. The bartender glanced at me and motioned me over. I walked over cautiously.
“You must be Perfidia.” I nodded. “Your party is out back. Through those doors,” he said pointing. I smiled nervously and walked out back. The crowd out here was where I belonged. The ladies all wore elegant gowns and the men were in tuxedos. The trees were filled with glass lights and there wasn’t a child in sight. A live orchestra was performing
and the couples were dancing very gracefully. I strolled over to the refreshment table and pretended to be preoccupied.
“You’d better not eat that,” a familiar voice said. I turned around and saw Peter standing there. I smiled.
“I wasn’t going to but, I had to pretend to be doing something.”
“Well then, would you like to pretend to dance with me?” he asked smoothly. I smiled in response and we walked out to the floor. He bowed and I curtsied and we began. His eyes never left me.
“I haven’t seen you in awhile,” I said conversationally. He sighed.
“I know, I have been busy.”
“Doing what?” I probed interested.
“Well mainly with school. I am going to college in the Vatican.”
“Really? that’s great! I had no idea.” It was so weird how little we knew of each other.
“Yeah, I am mainly going to further my music education, one day…” he trailed of. “Enough about me. What have you been doing ?” He looked at me searching my face for answers to unasked questions.
“Well besides modeling and learning how to dance I haven’t done much of anything.”
“I’m curious, who taught you how to dance?” he smiled.
“Marcus did, why? Am I that bad?” He laughed.
“No, no not at all. You dance beautifully.” He pulled me closer to him and I didn’t object. The music stopped and we walked from the floor. We went over to a bench to sit down. A blonde haired man walked over.
“Excuse me miss, but may I have the next dance?”
“Certainly,” I said politely. He walked away.
“Did you have to do that?” Peter asked.
“Do what? Say yes? As a matter of fact I did. I promised Shmoltz I would be civil.” Silence followed.
“I’d better go dance with him,” I said getting up. He hung his head as I walked away.
“My names Snively Baker,” he said as we danced.
“Nice to meet you Snively, I am Perfidia.”
“Charming, absolutely charming,” he said. He was a fine dance partner but I was glad when it was over. Peter was still sitting on the bench when I came back.
“Having fun?” I asked.
“I am now,” he said smiling. I blushed. Then something occurred to me.
“You really shouldn’t be so selfish.”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“This orchestra could use your fine piano skills, you should go play with them.” He started to laugh but stopped when he saw my face.
“Perfidia I couldn’t play with the orchestra because I would much rather be dancing with you.” My face could have been on fire for how red it was. However an unexpected announcement was made which interrupted the awkwardness.
“Would Perfidia Jones please come up here,” a man from the orchestra said. I looked at Peter, but he was as confused as me. I got up and went to the orchestra.
“Oh there you are,” he said. “It has come to my attention that you are quite the pianist. Please delight us with one of your pieces,” he smiled excitedly. I tried to hide the astonishment from my face. I couldn’t say no though. Shmoltz would kill me and my first impression into society would have gone haywire. Could I turn it down politely? It was worth a try.
“Oh, I am flattered, but you really don’t want me to play, I am not that good,” I smiled but he did not return it.
“Please? We would all love to hear you play!” Now what was I to do. I looked out into the crowd hoping to see Peter. He was nowhere to be seen. How could he leave me up here? Thinking of Peter wouldn’t help my situation. My next thought was could I play? I racked my brain for a remembrance of a song. Oh yes, the song I memorized as a sophomore would work. Would I remember it? I played it through my mind and found that I remembered it quite fluently. I turned to the man.
“Okay, if you insist.” He smiled and led me to the piano. The crowd cheered as I sat down. This was the moment of truth. Had I finally let go of the pain and sorrow? I lowered my hand to the instrument. The piano keys felt smooth under my fingers. It had been so long since I’d touched one that I almost forgot their silky velvet feel. I applied pressure to the first note and was off. I was amazed at how natural it felt to play one again. Even in front of all these people I played very well. However, I didn’t dare look up at the audience around me. I had to concentrate or this would never work. With a bang and a flourish my time in the spotlight ended. The dancers clapped and I felt my cheeks redden. Embarrassment would have to wait, I needed to find Peter. There was no way I was going to get through that without help. I could already feel the tears coming. They weren’t tears of sadness, just tears of release. I bowed and left the stage.
“Jolly good! Wasn’t she wonderful!” The dancers hooted and hollered. Then the orchestra started to play again and the dancing restarted. I went over to the bench where we were sitting, but Peter was not there. I sat down too overwhelmed to join the dancers. The tears came out slowly. I wanted to cry on Peter’s shoulder but he was nowhere to be found. I stayed on the bench for the rest of the party. When things started winding down I went back through the tavern to find Sergio waiting. Maybe Peter was with him, I thought hopefully. But he wasn’t. Sergio asked simple questions about how it went. And seemed almost pleased that I appeared distraught. I didn’t mind though. It was very late at night and I went straight to bed upon arriving home. It was a long, sad night and the next day didn’t improve. At breakfast Clarice showed me the tabloid. On the cover was ’Perfidia, the daughter of Clarice Montez, model or Pianist?’
“Explain yourself,” she said as Shmoltz glared at me.
“They asked me to play, I don’t know why or how they knew I used to play, but I couldn’t refuse. It wouldn’t have been polite.” They didn’t look convinced.
“How could you do this to us?” They asked. “We wanted you to make a splash as my daughter and a model, not a pianist!”
“Look, I didn’t want to play either, okay. They practically made me. And Peter didn’t help.”
“Peter?” Shmoltz asked. “Why was peter there? Tell me you didn’t dance with him.” Oh great! Why did I have to involve Peter.
“Yes, I did dance with him. I like him ok?!” I was starting to get angry.
“Perfidy, dancing with drivers isn’t okay! Why can’t you see that?!”
“You danced with Sergio before! So why can’t I dance with Peter?” Clarice was taken aback.
“That is none of your business. I will not tolerate this type of behavior any more. If you cannot behave as a lady in public then you shall not attend my concert or the runway show. I will not be associated with the likes of you.” I couldn’t see how this was such a big deal. Why was Clarice so fake? I was her daughter after all.
“The likes of me are the likes of you, I am your daughter!”
“Go to your room. Now!” I obeyed gratefully. This lady called my mother was possessed by something and I wanted to get as far away from it as possible. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. I saw Sergio, Clarice and Shmoltz leave but never saw Peter. Now what was going to happen? If I was no longer to be associated with Clarice would they send me back to Ralph? Life would seem so weird after all of this. So simple. Then I remembered that they said I could not go to public school. Why? I wondered. Why did Ralph never marry Clarice was another question that stumped me. Most of all though, the question I wondered the most was what had happened to Peter. He seemed so inclined towards me. Why did he just leave me there. Maybe he thought it was time for me to grow up. He didn’t want to deal with my insecurity and sorrow. Would I ever see him again? Probably not, I concluded. Especially if I die from starving, how did Clarice expect me to survive up here. I decided to go to the kitchen and eat whatever I wanted, I was no longer a model. I walked down the hallway and saw Cynthia and Marcus sitting at the table. They looked up as I walked in.
“Sorry to interrupt you,” I said.
“Oh don’t apologize, we were hoping to see you,” Cynthia said. She motioned for me to sit down and put a plate of food in front of me. I ate gratefully. They watched me and waited for me to finish before they asked.
“What exactly happened last night?” I knew it was coming so my answer was already prepared.
“I was asked to play piano, and I couldn’t refuse without being rude. And I danced with Peter. Apparently both of those are unacceptable so Clarice banned me from her concert and forbid me to perform on the runway.” They pondered this for a moment.
“Something very weird is going on. Where on earth is Peter?” Cynthia concluded.
“I wish I could tell you.” I said. Then the car pulled up and fear crossed all of our faces.
“You’d better go back to your room,” Marcus said. I nodded and headed for the door. Once in my room I pondered over the new information I had gleaned. Why did Peter leave? My thoughts were interrupted by Clarice knocking on my door.
“Come in,” I said. She walked in and gave me her most motherly look (which wasn’t very good.)
“Darling, I am so sorry about this morning. I was really off my rocker and it was uncalled for.” I just stared at her. “That being said, I hope you will forgive me and still perform in the runway show.”
“So you’re not angry anymore?” I asked perplexed.
“Of course not sweet. The tabloids will cool down over you in a week or so and everything will be back to normal.” I sized her up. Was she serious? Well I couldn’t exactly refuse her offer.
“Yes, I will be your model, but after that I am going back to Ralph.” Clarice looked just as shocked as I felt. But for some reason I had unconsciously decided that my time in Europe needed to come to an end.
“Well, I suppose, that can be arranged. By why sweetie? Don’t you like it here?”
“Clarice, my time spent here was a waste. I did what you said, ate what I was supposed to and I am sick of it all now. There is nothing here that I will miss when I go back.” Luckily Peter was gone so that statement wasn’t a lie. I wouldn’t miss Clarice or Shmoltz or the models.
“I guess celebrity isn’t your thing. I understand. However, you will continue this life for the next two months. Is that absolutely clear?” I nodded. “ Very well then. Tomorrow you will go back to work and that’s that.” Then she left. Something very weird was going on and I wanted to get away from it. I was glad that Clarice had seen reason. Her freak out earlier was unprecedented. When I went back to Ralph, life would be simple again and I would home school my self or figure out why I couldn’t go to public school. My time in Italy was numbered and I was counting down.
The next week was boring and normal. I did the usual stuff at the agency. Walked, strutted, posed and practiced everything I would have to do. I was like a zombie. I slept ate and did what I was told. Sergio seemed to be in a good mood all the time. He knew I was leaving soon, and that gave him pleasure. Sometimes at night I remembered that party and playing the piano, and I felt like I was missing something. I had enjoyed playing the Piano, I had finally gotten over the Denali’s. But now thinking of playing the piano reminded me of Peter. And that was something I tried very hard not to do. But my subconscious had other plans. At night I dreamed of Peter, painting a picture of a beautiful brunette. Sergio stood over him, saying “good, yes” and then I would wake with a start when Peter spun around and morphed into Marcus. The dream never changed and didn’t go away. I tried to preoccupy my thoughts with other things, but nothing interested me. At work the models gossiped about meaningless fluff and Sergio and Clarice only interacted with me when it was completely necessary. Clarice spent most of her time rehearsing, for her concert was coming up very soon. And Shmoltz only saw me at work. I lived in this fashion for a month before something finally happened.
“Where is Shmoltz?!” Clarice yelled on the day of her concert. The house was in pandemonium and Clarice as freaking out. “Sergio, would you please find Shmoltz, I need to get ready.”
“Of course I will,” Sergio said as he left the room. Clarice turned to me.
“Perfidy, do you know what you are going to wear?”
“Yeah, Shmoltz brought over my gown yesterday, I will go get ready.”
“Good, good, you go do that. Don’t worry about me. Why would you. I am only the most important person here! SHMOLTZ!!” I quickly escaped to my room. Lately Clarice was being a stuck-up jerk. But when wasn’t she. I put on my blue sparkly gown and continued to put my hair up. Shmoltz finally showed up and Clarice cooled down a bit. A few hours later we were off. Sergio, Clarice, Shmoltz, Marcus and I were all going. Marcus was going for the sole purpose of keeping an eye on me. And I was glad it was him and not Sergio. Her concert was being held at the Coliseum, and practically the whole town was coming. Clarice didn’t seem nervous at all. On the way there she sat in silence, probably running through her songs in her head. I stayed quiet as well. Shmoltz and Sergio chattered away about fashion and everyone that was going to be at the concert. Finally we arrived at the Coliseum. The whole place was lit up and there was a red carpet leading in. I ran through everything in my head. Who was I wearing? Dolce and Gabanna. Did I really play the piano? No not seriously. Would I be performing in the winter edition? Yes, most definitely. I took one deep breath and then emerged from the limo followed by Marcus. Clarice strolled down the carpet, like she had done it everyday. I tried to mimic her, but failed not too horribly though. All my model training had paid off. Cameras flashed and reporters stood by, ready to ask questions the second they could. I got asked the usual questions until they end of the carpet. A dark haired girl pulled me aside.
“Would you please comment on Peter Wolfsburg?” It totally took me by surprise.
“I have nothing to say on the matter,” I replied diplomatically. She didn’t look convinced.
“What do you have to say about his recent entrance into the school of arts in Vienna?”
“Only that I hope everything works out for him.” I quickly said this and left before she could surprise me with any other kind of news. So Peter was in Austria? I briefly remembered Cynthia telling me about Peters father, an artist in Austria. It looked like he was following his father, not his mother. Good for him, I thought. Maybe one day he would paint a picture of a lovely brunette. This thought took a toll on my heart. I was so consumed with the news I had just acquired that I didn’t notice a familiar face until she said my name.
“Perfidia! Perfidia Over here! It’s Matilda!” I turned towards her voice and saw her china doll face. I broke into a smile. She came over to me and we hugged.
“How are you?” She asked eagerly.
“Oh, well I am doing alright. Making it through.” She studied my face.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you excited for your mom?” I forced a smile.
“Yeah, I have never heard her sing, so this should be fun.” She didn’t looked convinced but would have to deal with it because it was time to go in. Clarice and Shmoltz were already backstage and I took my seat by Marcus. Inside was magnificent. The ceiling was covered with billowing sheets and the floor was bedazzled with sparkles. It was a packed house, just as I expected it to be. Sergio sat near the front, eagerly awaiting Clarice. I turned to Marcus.
“Have you ever been here before?”
“Yes, I used to watch Clarice perform every Friday night.”
“Really? So you two used to be ‘sweethearts’?” he laughed a little then got serious.
“A while back me and Clarice were much more than Sweethearts. It broke Sergio’s heart whenever we were together.”
“Sergio? Was he ever serious with Clarice?”
“Well during her early years Sergio was her boyfriend. As she escalated to fame she moved on to me. Then even I became to lowly for her. Now she just stays single, its easier that way.” Something didn’t make sense. I always thought Clarice left Ralph because she got too famous.
“So when exactly did she marry my dad?” Marcus looked confused.
“That is a very good question. After she broke up with me, she left to America for a couple years. I guess that was when Ralph came into the picture.” Marcus looked distraught.
“Do you miss being involved with Clarice romantically?” I asked. His expression changed.
“Oh not at all! To be honest I don’t see why Sergio still wants her. She can be so erratic. Plus I like being a gardener, it suits me.” He smiled and I returned it. Something about his voice and smile reminded me of a happy memory. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it brightened me up none the less. Finally the lights dimmed and the curtains opened. Shmoltz came out to announce Clarice.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” he bellowed. “Thank you all for coming!” The audience cheered. “Without further ado I give you Clarice Montez!” The crowd erupted and I swear I heard Sergio’s whistle above everyone else’s. Clarice appeared on the stage dressed in a huge, puffy white, silvery gown. Her blonde hair was curled into an elegant bun and he blue eyes stood out marvelously. I could see why men were so inclined towards her. She was the epitome of beauty. She opened her perfectly shaped lips and a lovely sound erupted. She sang like the birds on an early spring morning. A high soprano sound echoed throughout the room and the audience relaxed. The orchestra joined in and their brilliance shook the curtains above us. Why hadn’t I inherited her voice? She shrilled high and bellowed low. Everything about her performance was stunning. Marcus sat next to me smiling contently. I relaxed in my seat and closed my eyes. I let my troubles flow away for a little while. I wanted to remember this moment of beauty without any interruptions. Clarice may be a lunatic, but she could sing…she could sing.
“Thank you! Thank you!” Clarice shrilled as flowers were tossed towards her. It was mid December, but the audience had managed to find lovely bouquets. Sergio was crying and Marcus was laughing gleefully. Everything felt good and right. We exited the building and waited outside for Clarice and Shmoltz. Sergio stayed inside to escort Clarice from the building. I saw Matilda come out so I went to talk with her.
“Hello again,” she said as I approached. “Did you like it?”
“Oh yes, I liked it very much! How long are you here for?”
“I leave tomorrow back to New York. But don’t worry, I will be back for your performance,” she smiled. We hugged and she left for her car. As I walked back to the limo I overheard some familiar voices. Marcus and Shmoltz were talking heatedly.
“You will tell her! And you will tell her now!” Shmoltz said angrily.
“I can’t. It would upset her even more than she already is,” Marcus argued.
“Clarice needs her, our franchise needs her. If she leaves, who will take over when Clarice is too old? Huh? Where will you work if she walks away? She can make our whole business boom! Do you remember after the party? The tabloids love her. The majority of our audience came in the hopes of seeing her. She can’t leave!”
“I won’t tell her for the sake of making you richer. She deserves better.”
“Don’t you think she ought to know?”
“Well, yes, but not like this. Not now. I will tell her when the time is right.” Shmoltz laughed creepily.
“Okay. Marcus. But you’d better tell her before she leaves!” I heard their footsteps coming towards me so I looked interested in a couple emerging.
“Oh hello Perfidia. Did you like the concert?” Shmoltz asked.
“Oh yes, I thought it was marvelous.”
“Good, I am glad you enjoyed it. Shall we?” He motioned for us to get in the limo that just pulled up. Clarice was already inside buried in flowers. She was in a very good mood.
“Great job Clarice!” I said politely.
“Oh thank you Perfidy. I did do rather well didn’t I?”
“Oh you did marvelously, splendidly!” Sergio cheered.
“Couldn’t say it better myself,” Shmoltz added.
“Lets celebrate shall we?” Clarice asked. Everyone nodded in agreement. “Lets go to Luigi’s tavern for a celebratory drink!”
“Oh so sorry Perfidy, but you won’t be joining us. Adults only!” Clarice said. They decided to take Marcus and I back to the house and then go partying. I hoped Marcus didn’t mind because I sure didn’t. They dropped us off and then left for Luigi’s.
“Good night Perfidia,” Marcus said giving me a hug. I looked at his face hoping he would tell me whatever Shmoltz wanted him too but he didn’t. I didn’t push him.
“Good night Marcus!” I said. We both went our separate ways to our bedrooms. I had a lot to think about. First things first I thought as I got into bed. There was something Shmoltz wanted me to know that Marcus didn’t want to tell me. Something that would keep me here. I was at a loss. Whatever It was I would learn it eventually. Secondly, Sergio was really crushing on Clarice. Maybe that was why he wanted me to leave. I reminded Clarice of Ralph and that interfered with Sergio’s plans. The last piece of information I had to ponder was delayed. I didn’t want to think about it. I wanted to forget all about it. Forget all about him. Finally I gave in. Peter was going to be an artist in Austria. He’s probably forgotten all about me. Did he still play piano? I wondered. It would be sad if he stopped. He had such raw talent. Talent my grandparents would have loved to see in me. Maybe he is also a good artist. I wouldn’t be surprised, Peter seemed good at everything. Thoughts and memories of Peter consumed my thoughts so much so that I couldn’t sleep. I sat up in bed and decided to take a walk to clear my head. I put on my bathrobe and went outside. The air was clean and crisp and soothed me immediately. I walked through the yards until I came to the garage. Then I remembered something. There was a piano in there. Sergio was gone. It couldn’t hurt to go in and play a little bit. After all playing for the first time after the Denali’s cured me. Maybe playing for the first time after Peter would cure that too. I crept inside and went upstairs. The piano sat there covered in dust and unused. All too strong the memory of Peter flooded back into my memory and the tears came out. Why did I have to cry so much? It wasn’t as if we were married or anything. I sat down on the bench and let my tears fall onto the keys. I placed my hands on the instrument and started playing whatever I could remember. I sat there playing for a while before I stopped. It was very late and Clarice would be coming home soon. I gently slid my fingers over the piano keys and then left. Back in my room I fell asleep easily. For the first night I didn’t dream about Peter and the Brunette, and for that I was grateful.
“Oh Perfidy isn’t life just wonderful?” Clarice asked the next day over breakfast. I smiled weakly and proceeded to eat my fruit. “Soon enough it will be your turn to shine. Are you excited?” I shrugged. “Oh don’t worry, everything will be fine. Shmoltz will have everything prepared perfectly. Wont you?”
“Of course I will. Right down to the polished fingernails,” Shmoltz looked at Marcus quickly. I pretended not to notice.
“Good, great, Marvelous!” Clarice said approvingly. “ Now that I don’t have to rehearse everyday I will come and watch at the agency. It should be a splendid time.” I tried to mimic Clarice’s enthusiasm but I couldn’t. I really just wanted to get away from Italy and everything it reminded me of. When Breakfast was over we all went out to the car. Sergio held open the door for Clarice and then let me and Shmoltz get it for ourselves. On the way there Clarice wouldn’t stop talking.
“So Shmoltz, what have I missed because of my rehearsals?”
“Oh so much darling, so much. All of the models are in prime condition. Tomorrow is the hair treatment day for everyone where we will prep them for the real deal. Justin blew up the other day over me giving Jasmine the second spot, but I had to tell her flat out. Jasmine deserves this.
“Oh and she really does,” clarice said. “I remember when she was just a beginner, how hard she worked. No I think Jasmine will make a fine second girl. But I am curious who is going first?”
“Well I tossed and turned all night over this one, but I finally decided that Jacqueline deserved it. She has been working it very hard the past few months and it really shows.”
“Oh that’s all terrific. So do you have the line-up posted already or when does that happen?” Clarice asked.
“I’ve already told the top ten their spots but I announce the others today.”
“Well good luck. I remember last year the models had a field day when they learned their spots.”
“Oh tell me about it ‘heinous’!” They both laughed loudly. Sergio saw Clarice’s amusement so he pretended to laugh as well. I didn’t laugh or smile I just sat there, staring out the window.
“Perfidy, something is really bothering you isn’t it?” Clarice said looking at me. I shrugged. “You can tell me, after all I am your mother.” Our sentimental conversation was cut short because we arrived at the agency. Shmoltz ushered me inside and we got to work. He gathered all the models together around lunch to make an announcement.
“Models here and models there, I have an announcement to make. I have been surveying you all for a few weeks now, and I have decided upon the line-up.” Ohhs and ahhs erupted all around me but I didn’t show any enthusiasm. “Now, some of you may remember last year, and I don’t want a repeat of that. So lets all handle our position with poise and not freak out.” The models laughed and smiled at Shmoltz’s little speech and then grew serious when he turned around to post the paper. Pandemonium ensued. Clarice took this opportunity to pull me aside and finish our mother-daughter talk.
“Perfidy, you really don’t look very good,” she said honestly.
“I am fine, really.” I told her.
“But sweetie you don’t look fine. Ever since the party a few months ago, you’ve been completely put out. What’s wrong?” I didn’t dare tell her about Peter so I lied.
“I am just getting bored with what I am doing.” That wasn’t a complete lie, my life was pretty boring.
“Oh, come now, you’re a model why are you bor-..” but she cut herself off. “I know what’s wrong, its boy problems isn’t it!” She smiled at herself for thinking she nailed the problem. I couldn’t help but smile at her innocence. “Well that can be fixed quite easily. I do think it is time to reintroduce you into society. This time more properly. There are plenty of young bachelors out there who would be glad the be your date.” I was stunned at her proposal.
“Really Clarice, its not boy problems, I am fine.”
“Oh, don’t be so modest. Why when I was your age, I had boys lined around the block for me. It must be lonely to not have a beau.” I shrugged and Clarice took this as encouragement.
“You leave it to me darling. I will make everything better.” She giggled as she went off to find Shmoltz among the crowd of models. I had to give her credit. She was trying to make my life better. Sure she was a little crazy, but deep down there was something there.
That night we got home early from the agency and Cynthia prepared us a dinner.
“So Perfidia, I heard from Clarice that you are looking for romance..” Why did Shmoltz have to be so shmoltzy. I pretended that I didn’t hear him. He smiled.
“I have arranged a series of dates for you to go on. If you enjoy yourself on one of these then you can make a social event out of it. How does that sound?” What were they thinking? Did I look desperate or something? I shrugged my shoulders.
“Perfidy darling there is no need to be embarrassed. It is perfectly normal for someone your age to want a boyfriend, don’t be ashamed,” Clarice smiled as she said this. I looked over at Marcus and Cynthia and they seemed to be enjoying my current situation. I could see how this could be humorous, but at the same time completely ridiculous.
“Well,” I began “If I am only going to be here for a few more months, it would be kind of silly for me to get involved with someone.”
“Oh come now, lets not talk about that,” Shmoltz said. “It would be best to make whatever time you have left here as enjoyable as possible. Don’t you think?” Apparently they thought blind dates would be enjoyable. Once again I shrugged my shoulders. I had tried and failed to get out of dating, now I would just have to deal with it for a few more months. After dinner I went to my room and was surprised when I got an unexpected knock on my door.
“Come in,” I said. Marcus came in. “Hello Marcus.”
“Good evening Perfidia,” he replied.
“What brings you in here this fine evening?”
“Well to be honest. I was curious about something.” I gave him an encouraging look. “I was wondering what you like to do for fun. What are your hobbies?” That was unexpected I thought.
“Well, I guess I like to play piano, but that may be because it is the only thing I really can do.” He looked down at the floor. “May I ask what the meaning behind these questions are?”
“Um..well me and Cynthia were talking and we wanted to take you out on the town someday, to do something fun. Then we realized that we didn’t exactly know what you liked to do.” I gave him a big smile.
“Oh Marcus, that’s so nice of you. But I don’t think Shmoltz would approve, you know how he is.”
“Well we’ve already cleared it with Shmoltz. This Saturday you’re free to do whatever you like. So where would you like to go?”
“But Marcus, how did you manage? I mean how did Shmoltz ever agree?”
“Oh don’t worry about that. He did and that’s what matters. Now how would you like to spend next Saturday?” I thought about it for a while then came to a conclusion.
“You and Cynthia have lived here far longer than I have. You guys take me to your favorite spot.” Marcus pondered this a minute then said:
“Alright, see you Saturday.” With that he left me alone. Life was starting to shape up nicely. Besides the whole boyfriend thing, my last few months here seemed like they would be far better than the first. Work also improved considerably. Shmoltz must have really wanted me to stay because he took it really easy on me. He gave me frequent breaks and special treatments. The other models however didn’t take to kindly to it. One day at a group of them approached me.
“Well, well, well look who it is, little miss golden girl,” Janette said. I looked up and found that I was surrounded by tall, skinny creatures. “So you think just because your mom is famous you can walk all over us? Huh?” I ignored them hoping that they would just leave me alone. “Look guys, Juniper is just going to sit there like an angle. Well I hope you realize that one day, your going to be all alone with no famous relatives to save you.” They all sneered at me and then strutted down the hallway. Besides the frequent attacks by vicious models life was going pretty well. The past few days were good, not great but they were at least not full of mystery and sorrow. I hadn’t been reminded of Peter or Shmoltz’s and Marcus’s dealings and that made me happy. Saturday finally rolled around and I was happy to get out of the house and modeling world. Somehow Marcus had wheedled a car out of Sergio so it would just be the three of us. The sky was cloudy and snow was falling which hopefully didn’t interfere with our plans too much.
“Bye Clarice, see you tonight,” I said as I headed for the door.
“Wait Perfidy, come in here a minute.” I walked back to the parlor. “Me and Shmoltz have been researching and have come up with a list of Bachelors for you.” I rolled my eyes, not this again. “Next week the dates will start, okay?” I roughly nodded my head and then went outside to the car. Only two more months, I told myself. The usual limo was replaced with simple, casual car. Marcus sat in the drivers seat and Cynthia in the passengers. I hopped in back.
“So where are we going?” I asked anxiously. Cynthia smiled.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” she said deviously. We drove off towards down town.
“So, you seem to be in a good mood today,” Marcus said casually.
“I guess I am. The past few days have actually been pretty good.”
“That’s wonderful!” Cynthia said. “There was a moment there where I wondered if you would be okay.” The time after Peter left briefly entered my thoughts but were gone immediately. This day wouldn’t be ruined. We continued to drive until we stopped outside a bistro café.
“First things first, lunch!” We got out of the car and entered. Inside it was warm and cozy. The tables were full of families and couples having a good time.
“Are you sure it’s okay if I eat whatever I want?” I asked eyeing the menu skeptically. Everything seemed full of ingredients Shmoltz would not approve of.
“Yes, you go ahead and fill yourself up. Its been awhile since you’ve had a decent meal.” I ordered a small personal pizza and ate it hungrily.
“This is delicious!”
“I am sure anything would be delicious after what you’ve been eating. They’re practically starving you!” Leave it to Cynthia to get worked up over food. I still didn’t understand how they managed to get Shmoltz’s approval. But I didn’t ask. Once the meal was over we walked over to a book store.
“Do you enjoy reading?” Marcus asked as we walked in.
“Yes, I do, actually. How did you know?”
“Lucky guess.” We wandered around the store for a while but not very effectively. Everything was in Italian so I couldn’t read any of it. I didn’t tell them of my dilemma. They were being so nice, I didn’t want to seem ungrateful. Cynthia stayed mainly in one isle, I guessed it was full of cookbooks. And Marcus quickly found a book and sat in a large chair to read it. I watched him sitting there and got a very strange feeling. Something about his expression and mannerisms reminded me terribly of something. I couldn’t figure out what though. We stayed there for a comfortable hour or so and then headed back to the car.
“So Perfidia, those are our two favorite places. Mine is the bistro and Marcus’s is the bookstore. Now we are going to take you somewhere we both think you will greatly enjoy.” This little speech piqued my interest and heightened my excitement. We drove for about ten minutes then pulled up outside a museum.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“This is the museum of music. Mozart’s original pieces are kept in there and many other very historical artifacts.” I felt very excited already.
“Can we go in?” I asked bubbling with enthusiasm.
“Of course child. Why else would we take you here!” Cynthia said laughing. I burst from the car and went inside. The marble floors and high ceilings gave it the look of an esteemed museum. Along the walls were pictures of different composers. I searched through them to find Mozart. At last I did. My distant ancestor hung on the wall of a great museum. I couldn’t help wondering if I would ever accomplish something as great as he did. I moved on to the evolution of the piano. They had exact replicas of all the different pianos, ending with the great grand piano. I had no idea where Cynthia and Marcus were, but I figured I would find them later. I turned a corner to face a large room full of many instruments. Groups of people lines the walls with tour guides babbling away in Italian. I looked among the instruments amazed at their diversity. I passed a group of college boys studying the harp closely. Then I saw him. At first his back was towards me so I didn’t even recognize him then he turned sideways and I knew it was him. His dark hair was exactly the same. He looked taller, but not by much. After all it had only been a couple months. I couldn’t believe that Peter was there standing only a few yards away from me. His group moved on and I stood still completely shocked and bewildered. It took me a few minutes to regain myself and continue walking. By that time Peter was long gone. He must be here visiting the Museum for school. Well at least he was doing good. Except I couldn’t believe that. The look I saw on Peter’s face looked dejected and distraught. It looked like the look I had worn after he left. Was he missing me? If so would he come back to see me? It was too much for me to think about. I walked down a few more hallways looking for Marcus and Cynthia and eventually found them.
“Perfidia there you are!” Cynthia said as I approached. “You’ll never guess who we ran into.” I looked up at her interested. “Peter!” she said. I feigned shock.
“Really? That’s odd what was he doing here?”
“Well I guess for school. But isn’t that exciting?” I shrugged. They knew how we used to be so I couldn’t fool them. I gave in.
“Well how was he??” I asked anxiously. They looked relieved.
“He Didn’t look too well, until he saw us. He asked us how everyone was doing. And seemed very keen on learning about what you were up to.” They watched my reaction, but I didn’t give them any satisfaction.
“What did you tell him?” I asked.
“Well, lets see. We told him that you were doing the runway show and that after that you were going back to America. He asked why you were going back. And we told him that you just weren’t happy here anymore.”
“And?”
“And then he bid us farewell,” Cynthia finished.
“You didn’t ask him why he left?” I couldn’t believe that they wouldn’t ask this.
“Well we couldn’t exactly. The meeting was very brief. Plus that would have been a little rude, don’t you think?” I guess they did have a point.
“Are you done looking around here? Because I think we’d better get back in time for dinner.” I nodded and we left. The car ride home was mainly silent. I couldn’t stop thinking about Peter. The way he looked tortured me. I didn’t like seeing him so pained.
“Thank you guys so much for today! It was absolutely wonderful.”
“Well you deserved it. Its about time you had some fun.” The whole time they said this I could tell that they were watching me to see if I was going to be okay.
“Well I’d better go tell Clarice about it, I’m sure she’ll want to know everything.” I went inside and put my coat in the closet. Clarice wasn’t in the parlor so I guessed that she was in her room. I walked upstairs and knocked on her door.
“Clarice, its me Perfidia, may I come in?” I didn’t hear anything in response. I cracked open the door. “Hello?” I heard sobs and lots of sobs.
“Clarice what’s wrong?” I ran to her bedside where she sat crying.
“Oh Perfidia, I feel so st-stupid!” Clarice wailed.
“Why? What’s happened?” Clarice looked at me and then calmed her self.
“Well, today the weirdest thing happened.”
“Yes?”
“Well, I was sitting in the parlor reading a tabloid when Sergio walked in.” Uh-oh, I had a vague idea where this was headed.
“He asked if he could sit down and I said of course. He didn’t say anything so I asked him what he wanted. Oh Perfidia how could I have been so blind?” Then she continued to cry hysterically and I sat next to her not knowing what to do. Eventually she calmed down enough to finish her story.
“Well after I asked him what he wanted he took my hand. And got down on one knee. He asked me to marry him? Can you believe it?!” As a matter of fact I couldn’t. I mean It was very obvious that he really liked her, but I couldn’t see Sergio having the guts to go through with it.
“What did you say, Clarice?”
“Oh I don’t know, I was so distraught. I think I told him I would think about it.” Wow Clarice was nicer than I thought. I would have told him to hit the road, the shleezeball.
“Oh Perfidy what should I do? What should I say?” I looked at Clarice.
“Well. Do you love him?” She looked into my eyes and started crying again.
“That’s what I don’t know!” she balled.
“Okay, come on. Lets talk through this. You used to be his girlfriend right?” This time she nodded. “Okay, well do you have any leftover feelings for him?” She thought about this for a minute or so.
“Well, I think I do, but I can’t be sure. I mean I have always thought of him as my driver, not as my husband.” Then she looked scared. “Perfidy, what if I say no and he quits? Who will be my new driver? I mean Peter’s long gone. What would I do.”
“Oh Clarice, don’t worry about that. I am sure you could find another driver. The real dilemma is whether or not you love Sergio.”
“Would you think badly of me if I said yes?” How could she think me so shallow.
“Of course not. But you must be serious with me. Do you truly love Sergio and want to be with him for the rest of your life?” This question caught her by surprise at first but she eventually nodded her head. “Well then its settled. Just tell him yes.”
“Perfidy, its not that simple. I am a famous celebrity. What would the tabloids say if I married a driver?”
“Oh forget about the tabloids for once. Think of your own happiness. Say yes to Sergio if you love him.”
“Oh Perfidy! Thank you so much! You’ve been most helpful. Should I go tell him now?”
“I don’t see why not. Put the poor man out of his misery.” Clarice smiled and left to find Sergio. Wow, what a strange turn of events. First I see Peter then Clarice says she loves Sergio. Sergio? I couldn’t see the attraction but apparently they had a past together that must have been pretty good. I went down the hallway to my room. I walked out onto my snow covered balcony. I saw Sergio down by the limo and Clarice walk out to him. She must have told him yes pretty quickly because he immediately pulled a ring from his pocket and placed it on her finger. Hopefully they would be happy together or things would not be pretty. I left my balcony to give them privacy. I was in my room alone with my thoughts and I didn’t want to think about the museum so I went downstairs to find Cynthia or someone to talk to. Unfortunately Cynthia was busy making dinner so I was left with Shmoltz. He was sitting in the parlor when I walked in.
“Perfidia! How was your day?” He asked.
“Oh it was lovely! We went to a bookstore and a museum.” I left out the whole eating part just in case he wasn’t aware of it.
“Oh lovely! Where did you eat?” Apparently he was.
“A bistro downtown. I had a pizza.” He grimaced a bit at this but quickly turned it into a smile.
“That’s great!” he managed.
“Yeah, so how was work today?”
“Oh you know, just the usual. A few models wondered why you weren’t there but I explained it all. No need to worry.” I had a feeling I would receive strong rebukes on Monday but I didn’t worry about it too much. Finally it was time for dinner. Cynthia brought out a lovely meal and clarice and Sergio walked in hand in hand.
“Everyone. We have an announcement to make,” Clarice said proudly. “Earlier today Sergio asked me for my hand in marriage, and I said yes.” Sergio beamed and I looked at everyone else to gauge their reactions. Shmoltz didn’t look too shocked. Cynthia almost dropped he tray of food and Louise and Marcus looked indifferent about it all. Cynthia finally recomposed herself.
“Well I believe congratulations are in order!” she said.
“Oh thanks Cynthia, that’s really sweet!” Clarice actually looked happy and that made me happy. She and Sergio would make a good couple. Sergio would take good care of her and she would give him the life he always wanted. I did wonder though, who would become her driver now. She couldn’t expect him to still be her driver when he was now her equal. Or could she? Clarice never failed to surprise me. And I had a feeling that the next few months would only be full of surprises. Over dinner Shmoltz asked casually:
“So, have you decided the date?”
“Well as a matter of fact we have. We don’t want a large drawn out wedding. And because we are so much in love we’ve decided the sooner the better. So sometime next month, is what we were thinking.” Great, I would be here for the ceremonious event! It looked like the next few months were going to be pretty packed. But I had almost forgotten about something.
“Perfidy? Isn’t all this talk of love making you more excited for your dates?” I groaned, were they still planning to inflict me with such nonsense? I faked a smile.
“They start Monday!” And Monday couldn’t have arrived any sooner. I woke up around eight o’clock and headed downstairs for breakfast.
“Good morning sunshine!” Clarice said as I sat down. Ever since Saturday she’d been in a really good mood.
“Good morning,” I grumbled back.
“So, today you will come with me to the agency, and around three we will get you ready and send you on your first date!” Shmoltz said excitedly.
“Isn’t it lovely how we get to experience your first date together? As mother and daughter?” How could they possibly think this was what I wanted? On the plus side, however, at least I got to leave the agency earlier. That left no room in my schedule for menacing threats by the other models. We headed out to the car and Sergio still accompanied us.
“Are you still the driver?” I asked incredulously.
“Why, of course I am! You didn’t think Clarice was going to bereft me of my job did you?” Apparently not, I thought. We climbed into the car and drove off towards the agency. This was going to be one long day. Today, at work, I was shown the proper way to thank people when they congratulated me on a job well done.
“Now look deep into their eyes…yes…not quite that deep. There that’s it!” I had managed to accomplish the right look. “Now you shake their hand and say ‘thank you so much!’ Yes just like that. No, no don’t shake it so hard.” I had never imagined there to be so much art in how to thank someone for there congratulations. After that silly business I learned how situate my face while I walked down the runway. They told me to pick a spot above the audiences heads and to not take my eyes off it. This wasn’t too difficult, but I had to walk up and down the runway so many times that I thought I might die from strutting too much. Finally the clock struck three and I headed off to the salon to get ready.
“Where are you going?” Jasminda asked as I walked down the hallway. I ignored her and kept walking. “Hey, I was talking to you! Oh, I get it, you only talk to lowly servant boys right?” I stopped walking. What did she mean by that? I spun around.
“What are you trying to say?” I mumbled out.
“Well everyone knows that you and Peter..whatever his last name is had a fling. But even he was too good for you, it’s a pity really. I would feel sorry for you except everyone else around here already is.” She sneered and I continued on my way to the salons. There would be time to think about what she said later. I finally reached the hair salon, and waited patiently while the hair stylist curled my hair. Then my make-up was done, not to heavy, just light and casual. They didn’t want me to scare the boy away. After my make-up was done, it was time for Shmoltz to play dress up on me.
“So where exactly am I going?” I asked while he put a green gown over my head.
“A very rich family is throwing a party this evening. Your escort will be Willard James, from London.” I tossed the name over in my head. No sparks yet.
“Do we eat there?” I asked as my stomach let out a low grumble.
“Yes, and feel free to eat whatever you want. But please for your sake, try not to overdo it. I really don’t want to have to starve you.” Finally I was all dolled up and ready for take off. Clarice arrived at the agency just before I left.
“Now darling, have lots of fun. And remember all the details cause I will ask!” Great, I already couldn’t wait for my night to be over. I got into the limo and Sergio took off. He didn’t say much, but that was fine with me. Eventually we pulled up to a huge castle looking house. I thanked Sergio and got out. I had already started on the long walk up to the house, when I was joined by someone.
“Allow me to introduce myself,” he said as he approached. “I am Willard James the fourth.” I turned to get a proper look at him. He a blonde hair parted at the side and buck teeth (to put it nicely.)
“Hello Willard. I am-”
“Oh no need for formacalities, I know who you are. The great Perfidia Jones, descendant of Mozart.” If his looks didn’t creep me out this did.
“wow, I see you’ve done your homework,” I managed to say politely.
“Well, not really. I didn’t look anything up. Ever since your arrival in Italy I’ve most desperately wanted to make your acquaintance.” I smiled awkwardly. The rest of the evening didn’t improve. We ate dinner, although I found that my once large appetite was for some reason turned off. He asked me questions about myself and my life, and we dance once or twice. Overall, Willard was no Peter. Not even close. At last the night was over and I climbed into the limo as it pulled up. Luckily only Sergio was there, and I knew he wouldn’t ask about it unless I brought it up. And I sure wasn’t going to do that. Clarice sat in the parlor eagerly awaiting my arrival.
“OH Perfidy! Come here, tell me all about it? Was it wonderful?” I shrugged my shoulders, but she didn’t give up. “Come, lets go to my room for girl time.” I regretfully followed her up to her room and told her all about it.
“Do I have to do it again?” I asked her when my tale was done.
“Of course you do. We are not going to give up that easily. I know just the one for tomorrow. He claimed to have met you before.” I didn’t argue with her but went to my room in the hopes of having a good nights sleep. I didn’t exactly accomplish that. I tossed and turned all night. First dreaming that tomorrow my date would be Peter. Then dreaming that it turned out to be a male form of Louise. The next day at work I was tired and ornery. I wasn’t looking forward for my date that evening at all. When three o’clock rolled around I went through the same procedures as the night before. This time Shmoltz dressed my in a very elegant black silk dress. Tonight I was going to a banquet in honor of some rich family. Sergio dropped me off at a large banquet hall and a man walked up to me.
“Hello again,” he said.
“Hello,” I said skeptically. I knew I had seen him before but I couldn’t remember where. He read my puzzled expression.
“It’s Snively Baker, remember from the party?”
“Oh, now I do. How are you?” He smiled.
“I am doing splendidly. And you?”
“Pretty good.” We walked inside and sat down and a small table. I decided to make small talk.
“What have you been doing lately?”
“Well actually I’ve been attending school. I think with a friend of yours actually.”
“Really? Who?” I asked interested.
“Well I am not sure of the blokes name, but he was with you at the party. Tall, dark haired. You know, the one who left so abruptly.” It was Peter, he was talking about Peter.
“Oh, him, yes I remember now.” I said playing dumb. “Did you see him when he left?” I asked as nonchalantly as I could.
“Well yes, most everyone did. Quite a scene was made actually.” I must not have noticed because I was on stage. “What happened?” I dropped my façade of nonchalance. I had been wondering why he left for so long. I wanted answers.
“I am not quite sure how it came about, but a dark haired man, could’ve been related to you friend, came in and started talking harshly with him. In the end your friend was kicked out of the party by the guards.” He watched my face. Was it Sergio he was talking about.
“did you hear any of what they said?”
“No not personally but my friend told me the tall gentleman ordered your friend to get out, and not come back.” This information was to much for me to handle. I breathed deeply and regained my poise.
“Enough talk of them. I do remember you being a fine dance partner. Shall we?” He grinned and we started dancing. The rest of the evening was pleasant but I was slightly distracted the whole time. I finally concluded that these dates would have to stop. They were doing absolutely no good.
“Thanks for a lovely evening Snively!” I said politely as I got into the limo. Sergio was the only one in there and it took all my restraint to not question him. What good would it do? I asked my self. When we got back to the house, I told Clarice about me evening. That is I told her everything about my night except what I learned of Peter.
“I really don’t want to do this again Clarice! Please don’t make me!” I pleaded. She looked at me with a motherly expression.
“Well, I suppose if you really don’t want to. Anyways we are going to need your help getting the wedding ready.”

The next week was full of wedding preparations. My runway show was less than three weeks away and Clarice’s wedding was to take place three days prior to my performance. Flowers were imported from all over the world and invitations were being sent out to the immediate family.
“Are you inviting Ralph?” I asked as we prepared to write out the invites.
“Well, quite frankly I wasn’t planning on it. But if you want me to?” She looked down at me.
“Oh, well I just assumed you were going to, I mean he is my dad.” Clarice flinched a bit as I said those words. “Its no matter though. He probably wouldn’t come anyway.” We wrote out all the invitations and had them sent off within the next few days. Work was starting to become heinous. Shmoltz was freaking out, and with good reason. He had to coordinate a runway show and a wedding within the same week. The models attitudes towards me didn’t worsen, but didn’t improve either. Because of the closeness of the show, they directed all their attention to getting in pique shape. And that left little room for torturing Perfidia. I found myself talking with Marcus a lot during my spare time. He helped me to relax and never ceased to remind me of a happier time. Occasionally I went to the garage and sat on the piano. I never played, only sat and thought. I tried not to think to much about Peter but failed miserably. I mainly day-dreamed of him coming in dramatically one day and sweeping me off my feet. I knew it would never happen but I liked to dream nonetheless. Matilda flew in a week before the wedding and that cheered me up considerably. She made work more fun and added considerably to me and Marcus’s conversations. As it turned out she was quite a gardener her self. Marcus loved showing her through the gardens and I tagged along whenever I had a chance. Which wasn’t very often.
On the day of the wedding I woke with a start. Why did I have to keep having dreams about Peter? I hadn’t seen him in two weeks. Hadn’t talked to him for a month. But ever since Cynthia told me that Peter asked how I was I couldn’t keep my mind or dreams off of him. I shook out my tiredness and went downstairs for breakfast. Sergio wasn’t there, he was out for the day so Clarice could get ready.
“Good morning,” I said as I approached the table. Clarice, Shmoltz, Cynthia, Louise and Marcus were all sitting at the table looking very disgruntled. “What’s wrong?”
Cynthia looked at me then at Clarice. I followed her gaze to Clarice.
“Um..Perfidy darlin. It turns out that your…daddy is coming to my wedding after all.” Marcus flinched as she said the word daddy and Shmoltz was on the verge of tears.
“So, you invited him then?” I didn’t see anything so wrong about that.
“Well I didn’t, but Marcus and Cynthia did.”
“Why?” I asked incredulously. Nobody answered. “What’s going on, why are you all so sad?!” It was time for answers. Shmoltz responded.
“Perfidia, I don’t want you to leave. I asked Marcus to persuade you to stay and he did this. Clearly he misinterpreted what I meant. You can see why I might be upset.” Okay that made sense, but what about Clarice? Did she want me to stay too?
“Mom what’s wrong with you?” She looked up when I called her mom. It was the first time.
“Oh Perfidy how could I have done this to you, I feel horrible!”
“Done what? What going on?” Why didn’t they just tell me already? Clarice started to mutter out insignificance but Marcus stopped her.
“NO Clarice, I promised Ralph we’d wait for him.” He looked at my confused face. “It will only be an hour until the truth.” The minutes slowly ticked by while we ate breakfast in silence. I felt bad for inflicting pain on Clarice, but I didn’t know why she was sad, so I couldn’t ameliorate her pain. At last a car pulled up in the driveway. I heard Ralph’s footsteps walking into the house. Louise went to greet him.
“You must be Ralph, just through here, everyone is waiting for you.” The scene in the dinning room must have been quite a spectacle. Clarice, Cynthia and Shmoltz all about to cry. Marcus looking sorrowful, and me in the midst of them looking very disgruntled with confusion. However odd we may have looked Ralph looked even weirder. Maybe it was just weird to see my old life in my new home, but I thought Ralph looked physically different as well. His hair looked grayer and he face more wrinkled. Even under those wrinkles I still couldn’t detect any emotion. I didn’t know whether to hug him or demand answers but lucky for me didn’t have to.
“Have you told her yet?” Ralph asked Marcus. He shook his head. Clarice started crying softly and Ralph turned to me.
“Perfidia, its time you knew the truth, about everything.” Everything? How much mystery could there be. Ralph took a deep breath and proceeded. “I am not your father.” He inclined his head towards Marcus. “He is.” I almost burst out laughing, this had to be a joke. Marcus my father? No couldn’t be true. Ralph noticed my disbelief and continued.
“As Clarice started getting famous she dated Marcus. Once she learned she was pregnant she went away from the press and to America. It was there that she met me. I was a single man, young and smart. She told me her predicament, and pleaded with me to take the child in as my own. The pushover that I was, I accepted. Then your grandparents came and took care of you for me. They were embarrassed by how immature Clarice was, to just drop the baby off with me. I stayed as detached from you as possible. I didn’t want you to get attached to me and then realize I wasn’t your dad. After your grandparents died, Clarice took you back because you were rightfully hers and she knew her parents would have wanted it that way. Also, because I was not your legal guardian or biological father we would not send you to public school. I am so sorry we lied to you all these years…” The seriousness of the situation had finally sunk in. It all made sense now. Shmoltz had wanted Marcus to tell me he was my father so that I would stay in Italy where I belonged. The familiarity I had always noticed in Marcus was me. His face expressions were the same as mine. Ralph was so sad the day I left because he felt guilty giving me back without me ever knowing the truth. How could I have been so blind? Clarice had finally stopped crying and Shmoltz was watching my face for my reaction. I turned to Marcus.
“Dad?” He nodded. I looked back at Ralph.
“Thanks for telling me Ralph, I really appreciate it. I would understand If you wanted me to stay here, but I would much rather go back and live with you if that’s okay?” Ralph looked up at me and actually smiled.
“Oh Perfidia, of course you can. And I will make it better this time. I will give you a good life.” I turned to Marcus.
“Oh don’t worry about me. I know you know now and that’s all that matters. I want you to be happy.” Now Clarice was the only one I was worried about.
“Mom, don’t feel bad, its your wedding day! I am not mad, I swear.” Clarice ran to me and hugged me close.
“Oh thank you for being so understanding! I promise I will never trick you like that again.” It felt good to stand there with everyone I knew and loved and to not be in the dark. Everything felt right and good. Shmoltz finally broke the silence.
“Well lets get going, we have a wedding to put on!” The rest of the day was spent getting Clarice beautified for her wedding. Finally the clock struck six. Marcus walked Clarice down the isle and Cynthia cried tears of joy. I sat with Ralph and finally felt like he was my dad, even though in reality it was quite the opposite. Sergio was the happiest man on earth and Shmoltz was not. The day after the wedding he was on top of me.
“Perfidia your show is two days away, get prepared mentally, a lot of it is mental.” I was kind of excited for my performance, I had worked towards it for so long, and I was ready to finally do it. At last it was the day of my performance and the agency was in pandemonium. Shmoltz was needed everywhere, and I was full of gitters. Clarice and the gang were going to be there, and tens and thousands of celebrities. 20 minutes before Showtime Shmoltz gave all the models a pep talk.
“Now, everyone strut your stuff, do your thing like I know you can. Nerves are good, but don’t let them consume you. Okay? Now if you’re feeling fat, the bathroom is right over there, feel free. Good luck!” I was to walk down sixth. My name, Juniper, would be called and then I would emerge wearing a silk, red gown with stiletto heels. My hair and make-up were done and I felt very clownish but “The audience had to see my features!” the makeup stylist had said. The first model emerged from the curtains and the show was off. I heard the crowd cheering when the first model came back she was smiling with success!
“The crowd is amazing,” she exclaimed. Then it was my turn. The announcer called juniper and I emerged. I concentrated on a spot above everyone’s heads and strutted like I had been taught. I heard whoops and hollers but didn’t see who they came from. When I got to the end I shifted my gaze to turn around and noticed a face in the crowd. His face. His was starring at me wearing a huge smile. It took all my concentration to look away and continue walking, but I finally did it. Shmoltz wasn’t going to be happy about that pause, but it was worth it. I walked back through the curtains. Even though I had just performed it was now that my nerves exploded. I couldn’t believe he was here, and watching me, looking deeply at me. Shmoltz congratulated me with a minor rebuke that I knew was coming. Then I changed into civilian clothes and hurried out into the hallway to wait for Peter. I didn’t have to wait long. He came out of the audience and hurried towards me. My heart exploded as he embraced me in a spine cracking hug.
“Oh Perfidia, I am so sorry!” Peter exclaimed when he finally released me. I was already crying, but what else was knew?
“Peter…” I managed between sobs “why did you leave?” He looked down at me with a pained expression.
“My excuse will never be a good enough one. I was cowardly and just a jerk. I should have been there for you after you played the piano. I knew how much it hurt you to play and remember…but I wasn’t. How can you ever forgive me?”
“Oh Peter!“ I cried into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. “you never answered me. Why did you leave?” He released me and looked into my eyes.
“After you were asked onto the stage Sergio came to me. He told me that you needed to leave if he was ever to woo Clarice. You reminded her too much of Ralph. He also saw your attraction to me and how much we meant to each other. He thought that if I left you would too. So he fired me, got me kicked out of the party and told me to never come to Clarice’s again or I’d be arrested.” I started laughing.
“Well he was right, the day after the party I decided that I wanted to go back to America. It wouldn’t be worth living here if you weren’t here.”
“Are you still going back? If you want to I would totally understand. However I have an alternative option for you to consider. The last month I have been going to school in Austria living with my parents. I just recently got accepted into the Italian school for music, specifically piano. I would be very honored if you would join me there for college?” How can this be happening? Peter coming back, going to college with him. It was all to good to be true.
“Yes! Of course I will. You have no idea how perfect this is!” Peter smiled his huge smile and I mimicked him. My last few days in Italy turned out to be the best. All my dreams came true and everyone got a happy ending. Well except Shmoltz, but he’s a fashionista, he used to experiencing ups and downs. For me though, my life was all ups from here on out.
The End