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Advent Stories #4 | Maybachs & Bossy Besties
โGood morning.โ
โHi.โ Blu did not expect anyone this morning, sheโd been planning to spend the day in bed mostly, having had a rough nightsโ sleep; she hardly sleeps nowadays.
โHi.โ Francesca walks into her best friendโs home, uninvited but is certain Blu would not kick her out. It was her turn to get her friend out of her funk.
โWhat are you doing here so early?โ
โItโs ten am.โ
โItโs a Saturday.โ
โStill, the world is awake and so must you. Have a shower, get dressed, we are going to brunch and whatever else I have planned for you today.โ
Blu makes a sound. Is there any point arguing?
Francesca Milan, bossy boots and sky high maintenance but lovelier than her cold persona would allow you to think. Itโs easy to not like her, she is one of those people who robs most everyone up the wrong way and even after you get to know her, she will try every ounce of your patience, but Franny is a love and shows up for her nearest and dearest in ways one would not expect. She is the friend you call when you are trying to make something disappear, her black book is filled with the whoest of whos of the, who is who. Married to Roland Milan, president of Milan film studios, the rich and very famous want to rub shoulders with her. Whip smart with a mouth sharper than a razor, Franny can take a person down with one withering look or make someoneโs life with a nod. She helped set up her husbandโs studio, got him out of the contract with a bigger studio when they wouldnโt let him go, and is pretty much the one who stirs the ship. As the saying goes, Roland is the head and she is the neck. With a Bachelors degree in Law, Masters in Economics, Francesca is the one you want securing your bag.
Her relationship with Brodie is testy at best, they tolerate each other, more Brodie, because she is Bluโs best friend, if it wasnโt because of this, he wouldnโt even want to be in the same room as her.
โIโm ready.โ Blu appears after an hour, dressed in skinny jeans, grey fisherman’s knit and studded biker boots. Franny recognised them as new season McQueen.
โMarvellous.โ They step out to her waiting Maybach, the uniformed chauffeur holds the door open for both women before hurrying to his side so they can get going.
โWhere are we off to?โ
โBrunch darling, at Balthazar then whatever else you fancy.โ
โOh.โ Blu raises a brow, โI have a say.โ
โDonโt do that, youโll wrinkle before youโre forty then youโll have to get botox. Ghastly.โ
Blu rolls her eyes with a smile.
โHow are you?โ Francesca leans her wrapped head against the rest. Dressed in a grey Hermes cashmere combination, with a camel coat and colourful head-wrap, her friend looks as fabulous as one would expect.
โIโm good. How are you?โ
โWorried about you?โ
โWhy?โ
โBlu because you did something stupid.โ Itโs not Francesca if she isnโt blunt about it.
โWhich is?โ
โDonโt be obtuse. You dumped the love of your life at the altar and bolted out of there like a mad woman. Were you trying to be Julia Roberts or something?โ
โIโd never seen that movie until recently and I donโt like it. I prefer her in Pretty Woman.โ
โA hooker.โ
โWorking girl, thereโs a difference.โ
โIf you say so.โ
โWhy are we talking about this?โ
โBecause you pulled a runaway bride. What set you off?โ
Blu sighs, just like Franny to exhaust her completely within minutes of being in her presence. โI canโt tell anyone about it until I talk to Brodie.โ
โYou havenโt spoken to him?โ
โNo I havenโt.โ
โWhy on earth not!?โ
โBecause Franny, I donโt know what to say.โ
โBut something happened to push you to this limit right?โ
Yes, something did-โ
โDid he hurt you? Because Iโll kill him.โ
โNo! You know Brodie would never do anything to hurt me, not on purpose anyway. I simply have to talk to him first.โ
โBlu we are meant to be best friends.โ
โDonโt you dare guilt trip me about this.โ
โOh I will because we talk about everything, we tell each other everything. Whatever it is, I donโt believe you didnโt even tell us, any one of us.โ
Blu prays for patience she does not have.
โIโm sorry.โ Francesca knows she probably should reign it in, Roland warned her about going too hard on Blu before she left the house this morning. โPlease donโt be mad at me, Iโm sorry.โ
โItโs not you Iโm mad at.โ Blu looks out into the cold London morning wanting to forget all the things she remembered from that day.
Francesca let her friend be, she knows she is going through something and is struggling to come to terms with what she did. Blu is a lot of things; wonderful, kind, loyal, uber stylish, not cold and what she did to Brodie was cold. She and Brodie donโt much get on, but theyโve always been civil to each other at the very least and she still would not wish that on him if he were her enemy.
The chauffeur parks the car outside Balthazar and Francesca waits for him to open her door, whilst Blu gets hers. She doesnโt want to be mad at Franny, her friend is only trying to help, this is what they do, get involved in each otherโs lives, and nothing will change that.
โIโll call you when weโre done. Weโll be here a while so get some lunch and what have you.โ
โYes Maโam.โ The chauffeur bows discreetly, before entering the car to drive off.
โThe private dining room please, booking for Milan. Thank you.โ Francesca gives her name to the maitreโd, she is one of those people known well enough to use a fake name, but she has no time for that nonsense. If people recognise her so be it, if it means she gets better service oh well, but she is who she is and has what she has only through hard work, so let them fuss.
They are shown to the private dining rooms upstairs and seen to by a small team who already laid a spread for them.
โPerfect. Weโd like some privacy please, Iโll press the bell when we need you. Thanks ever so much.โ
The staff do as she implied and the two women are left alone to dine. Which they do in silence for all of fifteen minutes, the longest Franny has gone without having an opinion on something.
โOkay youโre going to have to be mad at me for a few days but whatโs new. Iโm going to come right out and say it and you can, not talk to me for five days at which point itโll be my turn so thatโs fine, but I want to know why the fuck you did what you did?โ
โI cannot tell you Franny, you are just going to have to understand that I canโt. I feel shitty enough for what I did to Brodie-โ
โYou guys were so in love, you were that couple.โ
โPlease donโt say that.โ
โBut I will. You were that couple, still are for me and yet on the ninety-ninth hour you bolted and left us all in shock.โ
Blu regarded Francesca carefully, โyou donโt like Brodie much.โ
โJust because we donโt see eye to eye does not mean I wanted this to happen to him, he loved you and so had a shared interest with me, the rest is just human nature. And Brodie is one of us, not an outsider.โ
They continue eating their food in silence, Blu too irritated to talk.
After that painful brunch, they go for a wander in the piazza, both giving each other space to simmer.
Franny caves first.
โBlu Iโm sorry.โ
โDonโt be. I should be the one apologising after all, you guys helped me plan my wedding, and you spent just as many hours on it as I did. We went to Paris like ten times for that dress-โ
โIt was divine.โ
โI know, it really was, wasnโt it.โ
โOh man. I really wanted you and Brodie to be happily married.โ
โI wanted it too. Iโm sorry we didnโt have it.โ
โIโm sorrier for you because I know you still love him. And I know whatever it was that made you call off the wedding to the man you love so much must have been a hell of a thing. Promise youโll tell us one day.โ
โI will. I just have to tell Brodie first.โ
โYou do. If you havenโt told him and he doesnโt know, you really ought to.โ
โI will.โ She hopes she gets a chance to.
โNow come on, I got us tickets to see the Lion King.โ
Bluโs squeals excitedly, it is only her favourite musical. Franny hates musicals but for Blu she would do anything, if only to get her out of that funk.
โAnd you are coming to the cottage with us donโt think you are getting out of that.โ
โWhy do you want me there? Iโll only bring down the tone you know that right?โ
โItโs a tradition. Come on, a few nights away from the children before the onslaught of the mad in-laws and Christmas, you cannot deny us that.โ
โSo you guys go and be with each other.โ
โNo, itโs a tradition we started from Uni and we intend to keep it until we all die.โ
โBut Iโm not with Brodie.โ
โWe could leave the men out-โ
โIt wouldnโt be fair.โ
โJust like it wouldnโt be fair on us if you interrupt a time honoured connection.โ
โYouโre beastly.โ
โI know. You love me anyway.โ Franny smiles looping elbows with her friend as they make their way to the Lyceum theatre to watch one of her favourite shows of all time.
Blu tries to put the thought of going back to the cottage this year to face all her friends behind her. Bloody hell.