The Choice
Disclaimer: Beauty and the Beast is owned by CBS, CW Network and the
producers of the show. No copyright infringement is meant. I am using the
characters for enjoyment purposes only.
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Chapter 5
Catherine had been making the final preparations for dinner when she heard
the knock at the front door. Against her better judgment, she had allowed
Heather to talk her into a small dinner so Heather could meet Vincent. At first,
Catherine had balked, knowing Heather would beat him down with questions. She
was also trying to protect Vincent's identity.
After he had left the other night, Heather had indeed bombarded her with more
than a dozen questions. By process of elimination, Heather figured out that
Vincent was "Vincent Zalansky," the ass who had gone back to his ex. Catherine
had tried to deny it, but Heather wasn't buying into it.
"Come on, Catherine. I just want to meet him. Most normal people bring their
boyfriends home to meet their sisters," Heather had whined.
Catherine tried not to laugh at the irony of just how un normal her
life was. "Fine, I will ask him," she said, relenting. So that is how she
now found herself making them all dinner.
"I'll get it," Catherine yelled, louder than necessary. She knew that Vincent
could hear her even if she whispered. She was just giving Heather a warning
not to answer the door.
Heather came out of her bedroom, wearing a much fancier outfit than Catherine
had expected. Heather was pulling on heels, when Catherine said, "I thought we
agreed on casual!?"
Heather brushed off her question. "This is festive-casual! What?
What's the big deal?"
Catherine rolled her eyes as Vincent again knocked at the door. "Coming," she
yelled.
Pulling open the door, she saw Vincent on the other side, looking very
handsome and nervous as hell. In his hand, he held a small bouquet of flowers.
"Hi. It sounds like I'm underdressed," he said lightly. Catherine smiled at
him.
"No, you look perfect. Come in," she said, tugging his arm slightly. Vincent
walked in behind her, and Heather called, "Hello!" from the middle of the room.
Vincent waved slightly and gave a small smile.
"Heather, this is Vincent. Vincent, my sister Heather," Catherine said,
introducing them properly.
Heather looked him up and down. "So, you're the ass who broke my sisters
heart," Heather said point blank. Catherine's jaw dropped and Vincent's gaze
dropped to the floor.
"Heather!" Catherine screeched.
Heather huffed. "Well, he did! We all know it."
Catherine threw Vincent an apologetic look. She started to say something,
when Vincent beat her to the punch. "No, she's right. I did break your heart.
And like I said before, I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you."
Heather did a little "awwwww" under her breath. "So, Vincent, why
did you go back to your ex?"
"Because I am incredibly stupid. I was scared of the incredibly
intense feelings that I have for your sister."
That seemed to satisfy Heather. "So, where did you two meet?"
Catherine opened her mouth to answer, when Heather cut her off. "I asked
him!"
Vincent looked at Catherine. "Outside a bar."
Catherine smirked to herself. They had indeed meet for the first time outside
a bar. Though, at the time, Catherine hadn't a clue who he was. But, she would
be forever grateful that it was him who saved her that night…
Vincent continued his story. "I looked into her eyes, and…."
"You just…knew?" Heather said softly. Vincent smiled and nodded. "yeah."
Heather clapped her hands together gleefully. "That is just so sweet!
He's good looking and a sweet talker, too!
Vincent seemed to remember the flowers then. Thrusting them toward Heather,
he said, "Here. These are for you."
Heather took them and breathed them in. "Oh, thank you! I'm gonna put these
into a really nice vase."
As Heather walked away, Vincent smiled at Catherine. "That went well," he
said quietly. Catherine shrugged.
"I'm sorry. I told her not to ask you a lot of questions," Catherine said,
the apology ripe in her voice. Vincent shook his head.
"It's ok. I'm guessing I passed inspection."
Catherine smiled and shook her head. "Yeah….for now."
Heather walked back over to them, and they all sat down for dinner. Just
then, there was another knock on the door. Heather jumped up. "Oh, I'll get it!"
she said, rushing to the door. Vincent's eyes were wide with fear.
"I thought it was just gonna be us?" he asked, looking ready to bolt out the
window.
"It was," Catherine confirmed.
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Disclaimer: Beauty and the Beast is owned by CBS, CW Network and the
producers of the show. No copyright infringement is meant. I am using the
characters for enjoyment purposes only.
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Chapter 5
Catherine had been making the final preparations for dinner when she heard
the knock at the front door. Against her better judgment, she had allowed
Heather to talk her into a small dinner so Heather could meet Vincent. At first,
Catherine had balked, knowing Heather would beat him down with questions. She
was also trying to protect Vincent's identity.
After he had left the other night, Heather had indeed bombarded her with more
than a dozen questions. By process of elimination, Heather figured out that
Vincent was "Vincent Zalansky," the ass who had gone back to his ex. Catherine
had tried to deny it, but Heather wasn't buying into it.
"Come on, Catherine. I just want to meet him. Most normal people bring their
boyfriends home to meet their sisters," Heather had whined.
Catherine tried not to laugh at the irony of just how un normal her
life was. "Fine, I will ask him," she said, relenting. So that is how she
now found herself making them all dinner.
"I'll get it," Catherine yelled, louder than necessary. She knew that Vincent
could hear her even if she whispered. She was just giving Heather a warning
not to answer the door.
Heather came out of her bedroom, wearing a much fancier outfit than Catherine
had expected. Heather was pulling on heels, when Catherine said, "I thought we
agreed on casual!?"
Heather brushed off her question. "This is festive-casual! What?
What's the big deal?"
Catherine rolled her eyes as Vincent again knocked at the door. "Coming," she
yelled.
Pulling open the door, she saw Vincent on the other side, looking very
handsome and nervous as hell. In his hand, he held a small bouquet of flowers.
"Hi. It sounds like I'm underdressed," he said lightly. Catherine smiled at
him.
"No, you look perfect. Come in," she said, tugging his arm slightly. Vincent
walked in behind her, and Heather called, "Hello!" from the middle of the room.
Vincent waved slightly and gave a small smile.
"Heather, this is Vincent. Vincent, my sister Heather," Catherine said,
introducing them properly.
Heather looked him up and down. "So, you're the ass who broke my sisters
heart," Heather said point blank. Catherine's jaw dropped and Vincent's gaze
dropped to the floor.
"Heather!" Catherine screeched.
Heather huffed. "Well, he did! We all know it."
Catherine threw Vincent an apologetic look. She started to say something,
when Vincent beat her to the punch. "No, she's right. I did break your heart.
And like I said before, I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you."
Heather did a little "awwwww" under her breath. "So, Vincent, why
did you go back to your ex?"
"Because I am incredibly stupid. I was scared of the incredibly
intense feelings that I have for your sister."
That seemed to satisfy Heather. "So, where did you two meet?"
Catherine opened her mouth to answer, when Heather cut her off. "I asked
him!"
Vincent looked at Catherine. "Outside a bar."
Catherine smirked to herself. They had indeed meet for the first time outside
a bar. Though, at the time, Catherine hadn't a clue who he was. But, she would
be forever grateful that it was him who saved her that night…
Vincent continued his story. "I looked into her eyes, and…."
"You just…knew?" Heather said softly. Vincent smiled and nodded. "yeah."
Heather clapped her hands together gleefully. "That is just so sweet!
He's good looking and a sweet talker, too!
Vincent seemed to remember the flowers then. Thrusting them toward Heather,
he said, "Here. These are for you."
Heather took them and breathed them in. "Oh, thank you! I'm gonna put these
into a really nice vase."
As Heather walked away, Vincent smiled at Catherine. "That went well," he
said quietly. Catherine shrugged.
"I'm sorry. I told her not to ask you a lot of questions," Catherine said,
the apology ripe in her voice. Vincent shook his head.
"It's ok. I'm guessing I passed inspection."
Catherine smiled and shook her head. "Yeah….for now."
Heather walked back over to them, and they all sat down for dinner. Just
then, there was another knock on the door. Heather jumped up. "Oh, I'll get it!"
she said, rushing to the door. Vincent's eyes were wide with fear.
"I thought it was just gonna be us?" he asked, looking ready to bolt out the
window.
"It was," Catherine confirmed.
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