“Ahh that’s Amore. I’ve never seen such love between two people, it is the most purest most splendid sight to behold. You seldom see one without the other… I believe Signore Arquette makes enough from the paper, so he does not have to worry. No wonder why Signora Arquette is still glowing after all of these years!” -Garelli DeMarciano
The Arquette’s on their Wedding Day, 1869
Monseure Arquette is so kind to give Pierre work. I never thought in a thousand years that Pierre would not only get a job at the paper but have the proper training to be an Editor in the future! -Mrs. Berkshire
Gabriel poses for a painting shortly after his promotion in the Newspaper.
The Vignettes
“Gabrielle, the eyes gray, the hearing fades, however the smell always remains the same. Fresh from the press, still warm no less.”
Gabriel's hand slapped soundly against his morning paper causing a flat snap.
“Your friends at the paper have always said you have a nose for the news.” Gabriel raised his gray brow and gave a rye smirk. “You would know best, wouldn't you?” He crossed one leg over the other as he reclined comfortably in his chair by the window, enjoying the scent of the morning air on a fair breeze.
The night air breaths a cool air into Monsieur Arquette’s apartment as he sits in his desk chair looking down on the street from his apartment window. One leg crossed over the other as his thoughts languish on the present. He swirls the remanence of the family wine in its glass while casting a warm glance to his wife. She's resting back on the sofa having had her fair share. Gabriel eyes narrow to a stare, a stare that strips the years of his wife's age, remembering a chance encounter so long ago. He tips the remainder of the glass, while closing the window quietly.
Gabriel Arquette struggled to finish an article for a newspaper. He had written several but was not satisfied with the content and needed to find a second opinion on the subject.
"It's much too flat..." He admitted to himself and turned over to the loveseat where his wife would usually lay and help him along into a rhythm of inspired writing and work, not to mention her wit.
Anytime she was absent it left a considerable void that could not be filled.
Pulling himself away from his desk he approached an old hope chest that had collected dust of the years and lifted it up to see a treasure trove of old letters between the two. He grabbed as much s his hand could hold and sat down next to the chest and opened an old letter.
The words took him back to another time and place, a far more ignorant, less experienced, and desperate man. “...And still she loved..." He gave out a laugh of comfort, and found himself putting his work aside, and appreciated his time.
Oh, you know I heard Gabrielle used to be a Great ballet dancer, until an unfortunate accident of fate occurred ending her career, however the same accident ironically saved her life!
Gabrielle rests in her vacation home far from Paris, awaiting her husbands return.
The Arquette’s reside on the Second Floor, Room: B4.
"Have I seen you before? You look familiar...?" Gabrielle Arquette inquired the tall and beautiful flower girl who stood by her cart awaiting another customer.
"I am Veronique Berkshire..."
"Veronique... That's right you're Mrs. Berkshire's daughter! How lovely to meet you. I am Gabrielle Arquette; my husband writes for a few newspapers. I believe we even live on the same floor. yet I've never seen you."
Veronique blushed slightly looking over her flower wagon. "I am often working and don't have much time to be home these days. What is it you do?"
Gabrielle responded kindly. "I am a retired ballet performer, I used to make quite a living, now I happily work as curator of the arts for the Louvre. I am able to travel quite well, and me and my husband often travel together since his work requires it from time to time."
Before Veronique could respond in anyway Gabrielle. "Have you ever considered Ballet?"
Veronique's eyes shifted back and forth, feeling touches of flattery and embarrassment to be considered for such an art.
"I.. Nobody ever suggested it.."
"Here..." Gabrielle produced a card with a school's name on it, and an instructor. "Ask for Frederick tell him that Madam Arquette sent you"
Veronique looked at the card surprised not sure what to say. "There will always be time for flowers Mademoiselle." Gabrielle smiled and made her way back to the Apartment.