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Subject: Chapter 12b

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Date Posted: Tuesday, February 22, 03:35:26pm
In reply to: Juli 's message, "Angelita - new chapters (finally)" on Friday, February 18, 01:02:53pm

After breakfast, the staff at Chanel spent the morning fawning over Nikita trying to find the perfect dress for her red carpet appearance at the Mayor’s Charity Gala. They tried many different gowns on her, judging each on the color, how it complemented her skin tone, eye color, hair etc. By the time lunch rolled around, Nikita was practically exhausted, but they had met with success. The gown they had selected was a soft blue satin with a fitted bodice. The gown had a neckline that cut straight across under Nikita’s throat, dipping to a back-baring plunging line in the back. The gown was sleeveless and studded with tiny rhinestones around the arm openings and across the bust. It was full length and somewhat fitted in the front, with several “kicks” in the back that gave it a small train. Nikita had fallen in love with it the moment she had put it on.

Michael made arrangements to have the gown altered to fit Nikita’s exact measurements and then delivered to the Park Avenue apartment before the gala. Then he asked Nikita where she would like to eat lunch.

“Do you think there is a restaurant that serves Bolivian food, Michael?” she asked as he let her precede him into the waiting limousine.

Michael smiled slightly and answered, “In New York City there is everything you could possibly want.”

He joined her in the limousine and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed the concierge desk at the Four Seasons Hotel and asked for a Bolivian Restaurant. He thanked the concierge and hung up, giving the driver an address.

After a lunch that truly reminded Nikita of home, the limousine returned to the apartment so that they could be there when Walter arrived.

Michael sat reading while Nikita paced the living room, turning every time she thought she heard the door.

“Nikita, you have to relax. He will love you just as your father does. You don’t have to be nervous,” Michael told her.

Nikita gave a half-hearted smile and returned to her pacing. Twenty tortuous minutes later, she heard the elevator in the hall and then the door chime. She raced to open the door, beating the butler by a good ten feet. She flung open the door surprising the person on the other side.

“Uncle Walter?” she asked, breathless from her run from the living room.

“Well you must be Nikita,” Walter said, handing his travel bag to the butler who had finally arrived at Nikita’s side.

She nodded and smiled. Walter pulled her into a bear hug and swung her around.

“You look just like your mother, Sugar,” he said, pulling back to inspect her. His eyes got misty, and he took out a bandana from the pocket of his leather jacket and swiped at his eyes.

“She loved you very much, Uncle Walter. She told me so many stories about you and when she was a child,” Nikita said.

Michael stood at the end of the hall watching the reunion. He took in the man that Nikita had been waiting for and studied him. He was surprised at Walter’s appearance. He wore a faded brown leather jacket with a black tee shirt and jeans underneath. His long grey hair was pulled into a ponytail. Cowboy boots and a folded bandana around his head completed the incongruous picture. Michael didn’t know what he had expected, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Nikita linked arms with her uncle and towed him toward where Michael was standing.

“Uncle Walter, this is Michael Samuelle,” she said, introducing the men. “He is the one father sent to find me.”

Walter grasped Michael’s hand and shook it warmly. “We can’t express our gratitude enough, Michael,” he said, smiling.

Michael nodded.

“Where is your father?” Walter asked, looking around for his brother in law.

“He was going to be here to meet you, but there was a meeting that he had to attend at his office,” Nikita explained.

“All the better for me; I’ll have you all to myself,” Walter said with a grin. “What’s a guy gotta do to get something to eat? I’m starved.”

Nikita laughed and walked with Walter to the dining room. “I’ll have the chef fix you something. What would you like?” she asked.

“Steak,” Walter said decisively, watching as Nikita headed for the kitchen.

He took a seat and noticed Michael passing by the hallway.

“Michael? Would you care to join me?” he asked.

“Of course,” Michael answered, taking a seat next to the older man.

“I wanted to ask your opinion on things before Sugar gets back,” Walter said, his voice low.

Michael understood what he meant. He could see that already Walter was protective of his niece. “Nikita’s reappearance has cause a media frenzy. She has been asked to be on every major news program and talk show. At this point, the general public is fairly ignorant of her comings and goings, but the paparazzi follows us every time we go out,” Michael explained.

Walter nodded. “Nick told me that he hired you as a bodyguard. She’ll need a chaperone as well. Look at her! She’s beautiful. The men will try anything and she will be naïve to it all.”

Michael nodded. He already knew all of this, and it ate at him every time he thought of Nikita with someone else.

“It will be just a few minutes, Walter,” Nikita said, reappearing from the other room.

“Thank you, Sugar. So, your father says you got some fancy-schmancy ball you’re going to?” he asked.

Nikita lit up. “Yes, the Mayor’s Charity Gala. We just found the gown today,” she told him.

The conversation continued about Nikita’s recent weeks in New York until Walter’s steak arrived. Then, between bites, Walter told them about his ranch in Australia.

“I don’t have much to do. I’ve got a good man overseeing the hands and all the sheep. I like to keep busy by building and tinkering with machines,” he explained.

“I would love to visit it someday,” Nikita mused, her chin in her hand as she listened to her uncle.

“You will, Sugar. Anytime you like, you are welcome down there,” Walter offered, setting down his knife and fork on the now empty plate.

Michael sat quietly during their discussions, glad that Nikita and Walter had bonded so well. He knew that she would need strong family ties if and when Nikita’s celebrity status became a problem. It wouldn’t be long.

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Great chapter! (NT)MichelleBTuesday, February 22, 06:42:53pm
Uncle Walter......MyrnaWednesday, February 23, 06:59:49am
Very good chapter. (NT)signme1Wednesday, February 23, 11:15:49am
I love that he's...leighThursday, February 24, 03:14:07am

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