1. Next update? 😘😘

    This week. Thank you for being so patient with me. <3

  2. I should be updating this coming week. Things have been crazy!

  3. Just did :)

  4. "How much tighter, Chantal?"

    "Just a tad more."

    Macy finally tied the back of my dress. I threw on a small fur scarf and slipped my white heels that were my mama’s a time ago.

    "You look like a model." Macy said, smiling.

    "He’ll have to look at you twice."

    I smiled and hugged her.
    Men and some women’s chatter echoed throughout the house. Macy left to tend to drinks and I stared in the mirror. What if he doesn’t show up? I hope he doesn’t feel out of place. Oh he had better show up…
    I made my way downstairs. As I passed some of the men in uniform, they nodded in respect. A simple smile back. Once I reached the parlor, my papa was talking up a smoke storm. Cigars lit the room. Drinks clinked, coughs, the wave of alcohol, and the crackle of the fire from the grand fireplace. I didn’t know it had gotten cold already this evening.

    "Chantal." Papa smiled as I neared him.

    "Hi, papa."

    "Brothers, this is my daughter. My diamond."

    They all smiled. A couple stared as my father began to talk about me. I hated it by every second that passed. The one standing next to me turned and then faced me with a drink. His military cap was under his arm. Dark brown eyes and brown hair comb handsomely.

    "May I be the first to offer you a drink?" He asked.

    "Oh…oui. Thank you." I smiled.

    As the man felt accomplished and stood away like he won the war, I tried my hardest to keep the alcohol down. I’ve never had a taste for the strong stuff. He should have asked…
    The men watched me. All they chatted about with papa was tactics, the enemy, emergency planning, and a couple bragging compliments. It had my brain swirling.

    "Papa? Take this."

    "Do you not like it?"

    "It’s a little strong." I whispered.

    He nodded, a smile growing.
    I walked away. Men, some women around them, walked around. Some sat, some got drunk, and some played the record. It was quite a party. I was enticed. Something wasn’t fitting the puzzle, though.
    I wandered to the front door. Halfway there, the doorbell rang. Macy beat me to it as I was just a room away.

    "Oh, of course. Come in!" She smiled.

    The breeze of the fall didn’t even phase me. He was a walking sun that warmed me instantly. Suspenders, a firmly pressed shirt and pants, with the latest dress shoes. His hair was somewhat messy…but professional. Louis hung his peacoat and put his hands in his pockets. Once our eyes met, his lips turned up into a smile.

    "You clean up very well." I said, smiling hard.

    "I wasn’t sure how to dress but if it’s nice to you, then I have nothing to worry about."

    We laughed. I tightened my grip around my fur scarf. He slowly took his right hand out and held it out to me. I stared, unsure what to do.
    So…I put my hand in his in which he brought to his lips and kissed my hand.

    "I don’t even recognize the other guests in here…you take every view." He said, bowing with hand in hand.

    My heartbeat went to my ears and my knees became sore from locking up. I blushed like mad!

    "Oh, Louis. You flatter me…"

    "I’m just telling the truth, love."

    Was this real? Was I just seeing someone I made up in my head? Surely not. Yes, it was real.
    The gentleman offered his arm and I took it without a second thought.

    I showed him the house. He liked it. He told me it’s much different than his place.

    "I don’t think you’d like it." He laughed.

    "Why not?" I asked.

    "It’s…small. There’s nothing rich about it. Maybe the change I make with my job but…it’s nothing compared to this grand mansion."

    I smiled, walking slow.

    "I do believe you were too quick to judge me, Louis."

    "Excuse me?"

    "Just because I live a life of luxury doesn’t mean I like it. It’s nice to get away from it all."

    Like him. Someone who doesn’t roll in a house of money. He’s a getaway. We’re all the same under the skin.

    "Pardon me, Chantal." He said softly.

    I shook my head.

    "It’s quite alright." I laughed.

    "I just don’t want to be like any other guy, though…especially to you. I hope I’ve made a nice enough impression."

    "You have. You’re my new friend. Someone I’ll treasure for a while, Louis."

    We turned the corner and took the stairs to the living room. With all the people, our grip was strong. He didn’t want to seem like every rubbish man in the world. I don’t even blame him for judging. Who wouldn’t? I like how he cares about my thoughts of him.
    The mood suddenly changed. A new record was put on. The house became still. The people blurred even more.
    Stardust by Artie Shaw rang in our ears. Oh how I swooned for Louis even more! The mood was instantly set.

    "Could you dance with a chimney sweep?" He asked in my ear, walking me into the living room.

    "I could. If he’d ask like a gentleman."

    I smirked and turned to face him. He offered his hand with a small bow. As I took it, we found ourselves near the garden entrance. Still in the living room, we got close and began to sway.
    His chest was firm and his cologne puffed as I laid my head on it. His chin rested on the top of my head after he brushed his lips against my hair. Those large, calloused hands held me tight. All the men either watched with jealousy or grabbed a lady from the side. I could barely breathe. Totally intoxicated. This wasn’t the alcohol.
    Eyes closed, I felt the room grow cold. A wind brushed against my legs and my heels crunched on gravel. Louis’ hand fell lower to my lower back. I breathed in to keep myself sane. The music was faint but he still swayed. He dance properly.
    The leaves, most on the ground, rustled by the wind. I smiled. How lovely this was…

    "Chantal…" Louis said softly.


    "Will you see me for a while?"

    I leaned away and looked up into those blue eyes. I smiled.

    "I’d love to see you, Louis."

    Those lips turned up. He tipped my chin to the side and kissed my cheek ever so gently. From my cheek to my feet, I was on fire. Oh mon dieu…

  5. Vintage Amour. Chapter 3.

    Vintage Amour. Chapter 3.

  6. Thank you so much! It makes me happy to know people like this story :)

  7. The curls weighed down and loosened to a relaxed style. I checked my makeup and applied a loose shade of red lipstick. Once I slipped my shoes on, I made my way to grab my purse.

    "Miss Chantal! Your ride is waiting!" Macy called from downstairs.

    I hurried out and halfway down the stairs, the doorbell rang. My father came through the door.

    "Just checking to see if you’re awake, Miss Macy." Papa chuckled.

    "Of course. Chantal and I were headed into town…if that was alright…"

    "Yes! Chantal. I didn’t know you were awake."

    I took my gloves out of my purse and smiled.

    "Anything to go shop."

    "Be careful, ma chéri."

    Macy was out the door but before I could turn and reply, a body stopped me completely. Hands grabbed my arms and kept me straight.

    "Excuse me. I am so sorry!"

    The voice was sincere, almost as if he hated himself. As I was looking down, dust was on the skirt of my dress. Black dust, at that. I looked up, the concern of dirt withering away. He was dashing. Charming. Modern. The blue in his eyes matched his blue corduroy jacket. The hair was messily slicked back, something new to this age I supposed. His pants were loose and awfully dirty. The chimney sweep.

    "Oh it’s…quite alright mister…"

    "Tomlinson. Louis…you can call me. I mean, yes. Louis. I’m Louis."

    I giggled, swiping the dust off my outfit. I would have been a little mad if it was someone else, but it’s him. Louis rubbed the back of his neck.

    "I’m Chantal Alouette LaChapelle."

    "That’s fit for the name of a queen, Miss LaChapelle." He said, taking his paperboy hat in his hands from his back pocket.

    My cheeks began to flush and I could feel the fall turn back into summer.

    "I’ve never met a LaChapelle till today." He added.

    The taxi honked and I was snapped to reality. Papa was even calling for Louis from inside the house.

    "We’re not anything special, darling. I must be leaving though…à la prochaine, Monsieur Louis."

    As I walked passed him, I looked back. The man bowed and smiled.

    "Adieu, Madame Chantal."

    My heart was struck; instant. I began to feel fuzzy as I sat in the car.

    "Did the boy just bow to you?" Macy asked quietly.

    It was hard to find the words to speak. My breath was held till the taxi took off.

    "Y-Yes. He did. He’s…quite the gentleman."

    "…and handsome." Macy smiled.

    "Yes…very handsome."

    My gloves became a tic for me to wring in my hand. I hoped he’d be there when I got back. I wanted to see him again.
    The taxi passed traffic and pulled up to the curb.

    "Thank you." I said, getting out.

    "Miss? Can I ask why you wanted me to come along?" Macy asked.

    I looked left and right for the best boutique. One that enticed me by one glance.

    "Because Macy…nobody wears flowers in the winter."

    I gave her a smile to know I wasn’t hating, but that it was something fun. Macy smiled and pressed on her jacket.

    "I don’t know that I can afford what your style is."

    "Who said you were buying?"

    She was hesitant. I knew it. She’s probably never had this done for her! I wanted her to have nice clothes. I wanted her to know I wasn’t like every other rich person she’s worked for. I wanted her to know I cared. Macy could be a motherly figure but she’s a little less headstrong.
    I pulled her into a shop that said, ‘Anabelle’s’. The newest fashions.

    "What can I help you two ladies with today?" The clerk asked from behind the desk.

    "We need a new wardrobe for my friend." I smiled.

    Dresses hung over the changing room. Macy came out in dress after dress. I matched three types of heels with the fabrics we chose.

    "Miss Chantal, I’m not sure about some of these. I’m just a bit older than you-"

    "Then they’ll make you look younger. Don’t fret, Macy. We’ll even find some lipstick."

    Macy’s face turned pale. Risqué? For her, yes. I wear makeup because I like it. Not to be a pin-up.

    "Just a light shade of red. Miss?"

    I called to the clerk and she brought me to the makeup shelf as Macy changed back into her floral dress.

    "Just something light." I said, holding up a stick.

    Sugared Almond is what I picked. Macy slowly put it on but once we left the store with everything in hand, I saw her face glow. Excitement! Hose, dresses, jackets, and hats. A girls favorite day finally happened to Macy. She couldn’t stop smiling in the taxi.

    "Thank you, Miss Chantal." She said, breaking the silence.

    "Oh of course. It was fun!"

    "My husband always wanted me to try some sort of makeup just for him. When he passed, I wore a stick of red just for his funeral."

    I felt like I had been smacked. A widow? Oh my.

    "I didn’t know you had been married. I’m sorry."

    She waved me off.

    "Oh it’s nothing, dear. He was in the army. Did I really expect him to come home safely? No."

    The mood was heavily put down. Whose fault was it? I felt terrible. I bit my lip and tapped my fingers. What do I say?

    "…but Miss Chantal, may I say something?" She said.

    After her story, sure. What else to bring the mood down?

    "I saw the way that young man looked at you. Make sure you keep in touch with him…that wasn’t just a friendly smile."

    "You think he’s infatuated? Just at first glance?"

    "Yes, miss."

    Louis had totally skipped my mind till she brought him back up. I felt all fuzzy again. Yes…I must see him again. I’ve met a lot of men in my life but none have left such an unforgettable first glance. If I already like his appearance, then god help me because if he’s a lovely guy on the inside, I’ll be head over heels for sure.
    The taxi dropped us off for tea and once it began to rain, we called another and got ourselves home. My papa’s car was the only one in the driveway. I slouched sappily. Really, Chantal? Did you really think he’d still be there after 3 hours?

    "Did you ladies need help with your bags inside?" The taxi man asked, pulling up to the mansion.

    "No, merci."

    We took the bags out and made our way inside. Once I sat them down, Macy took them up two by two. I was exhausted!

    "Chéri? Did you have fun?" Papa asked.

    His voice echoed from the living room. I walked in to see him letting a puff go from his pipe. He sat in his old chair, staring at the fireplace.

    "Yes, papa. I bought Macy clothes and myself some tea but that’s all. I enjoyed it."

    Some silence was shared. I walked over and sat on the purple velvet chair my grandmother gave to us. Authentic. Comfortable.

    "That boy…Louis." He said softly.


    My heart sped.

    "He does his job well. I uh, I invited him to the party this weekend."

    "That’s for the military, though…is it not?"

    "Well, it’s more of a show off, love. The house is new, the promotion, and you, of course. I invited him because he deserves a nice night."

    Oh, yes! Yes! How lovely! I instantly perked up. I’d see him in his finest and he’d see me in the nicest dress I can find in London. Yes. Yes, this was perfect.

  8. Monday morning :) noon-ish for UK

  9. Vintage Amour. Chapter 2.

    Vintage Amour. Chapter 2.

  10. My family is rich. Everybody knows it. What makes us even more famous is that people suspect us ‘snobs’. A rich family from Paris with millions that keep themselves reclusive to limelight. Of course we’re snobs. Snobby people are always rich, right? No. I’m not a snob. Men call me so just because I pass on them for a lovely night in Paris. I’m better than that. Street rats.

    "Ma chérie, unbuckle so we can go."

    "Oui, Papa."

    Our attendant held onto my cat, Cotton, as I exited the plane. The limo was waiting, a slightly less priced vehicle than back home. I’m not complaining. I’m grateful for what I have. Everybody always wants something more, though…

    "Miss? Champagne?" The chauffeur asked from the door.

    "No, thank you."

    "This weather is so dull." Papa said, masking the newspaper.

    I smiled. The car started up and we were on our way to our new home. Well, our second home.

    "I like it. It gives a calming appeal from all the noise in the world." I said, twirling my hair.

    "Ah…my child. Just like your mama was…so bold with words. Beautiful, too."

    The car was silent but I managed a smile. My papa is everything. A little pushy but, he’s always been there to love me and raise me well.
    Small rain drops hit the windows and almost lured me to sleep. Cotton was well asleep in my lap which was daring for me. I’ve seen London a few times…yet I never tire of it. A wondrous beauty. I can’t help but stare out the windows as we pass through town.
    We pulled up to the front of our new house. A three story, window painted mansion. It’s the new style this day in age. I looked in awe.
    The chauffeur opened the door for me.

    "There are a couple movers inside. May I tell them where to take your bags?" He asked.

    "I believe my bedroom is the master on the second floor. Papa? Yours is on the first, oui?"

    "Oui. All her stuff goes upstairs."

    The man nodded and led me inside as my papa spoke buisness. Typical.
    First step in the house is wood. Sparkling wood. A grand, black staircase led upstairs. Boxes were everywhere but furniture was covered in plastic wraps. A couple guards in military uniform were chatting in the kitchen.

    "May I help you?" I asked, not sure of who they were.

    "We’re here to speak to Mr. LaChapelle."

    "He’s out talking to a couple people. What can I do for you?"

    The youngest man, beer in hand, sauntered over as he took his military hat off.

    "Miss…you could do a lot of things for me…" He smirked.

    Playing along, I neared him, taking my time. I leaned close to him.

    "I could get you fired for sporting with an officers daughter but…we don’t want any trouble, do we?" I whispered.

    The young man backed up and nodded towards me in respect.

    "No ma’am. Excuse me. Forgive-"

    "Boys? Ah, looks like you’ve already met Chantal. Lovely…isn’t she?"

    My papa had chimed in just in time. I forgot the whole thing and only smiled. They stood more erect and showed a bit more respect than when I had walked in. Short conversation was sparked so I led myself upstairs. Men passed back and forth, giving a smile every now and then out of meeting. They unpacked as much as possible and carried stuff up and down the stairs.
    My room was white, a chandelier in the middle. A queen sized bed and a white makeup desk. A bathroom with tile and a the whole wall a mirror. Even a small bed for Cotton next to mine. All I had to do was make the bed, fill the closet, and make it feel like home.

    "Chantal?!" My papa called up the stairs.

    I left my room and met him at the top of the stairs.

    "The general’s called me in for an important meeting. The movers will leave shortly but come down and meet our maid, please."

    I made my way down and followed my papa into the living room. An older lady in a natural waist, button up dress stood with jacket in hand. Her hair was lacking some black as her roots were grey. Her dress was flowered even though it was beginning to become winter.

    "This is Macy. She’s from Liverpool. I’m sure you’ll make her feel at home." Papa said, introducing us.

    Macy’s eyes were a light blue, but heavy. She must be a hard worker. I like her.

    "I’m Chantal. I’m not picky and please do feel like family." I said, approaching her.

    "Thank you, miss. I think I’ll fit right in."

    We smiled. She looks a bit younger than my father. Like a mother.

    "Well, I’m off. Take care, Chantal. Don’t touch the fireplace, either. The chimney sweeper will be here in the morning so I’ll see you then."

    Papa kissed my forehead and left with the group of military. Our house became quiet when a half hour passed. Everyone was gone and the house was almost done being set up. Macy went to start dinner and I went upstairs to change.
    My family has been through a lot but, I’m still smiling. I’m blessed beyond. I haven’t exactly stayed in one spot my entire life. I was born and mostly raised in Paris, my most fluent language being French, but my dad does top agent work with military so we’ve had to move quite a few times. He says this is the last time but, I hope so. I’d like to settle down.

    "Macy?" I called from the stairs.

    "Yes madam?"

    "Tomorrow morning I have to go into town and I want you to come along. Is that alright?"

    Macy wrung her cooking mitts.

    "But isn’t the chimney sweep supposed to be here?"

    "Papa will be here. Not to worry."

    "If you say so, miss."

    Once I smiled, Macy made her way back to the kitchen. I couldn’t wait to start this chapter of my life…


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