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Generation 3 – Chapter 8

“I’m so bored, aren’t you?” I asked my cousins Alexis and Arabella as we sat on my bed after doing our homework.

“Why can’t we play in the living room?” Alexis asked as she played with her hair.

“I’ll go and ask mama. She has a friend round and said we shouldn’t disturb her.” I didn’t even know these friends she had were, she always had women around having lunch and gossiping.

“Mom?” I shouted as I walked into the living room. Oh! What was this? Who was the man? Was that Dimitri, what a stupid name. I hid behind a column and watched them as they moved closer together, staring into each others eyes. His arm was on her shoulder and she was playing with his hair, gross!

I quickly snuck back to my bedroom, how could she do this to daddy? I hadn’t seen him in months and she wouldn’t tell me why, she just kept saying he was staying in France. But why?! I wanted to go back to France and see him, he’d never spent that much time with me but he was still my daddy! I had to get them to stop it, and luckily I had an idea.

Running back to my room I threw open the dressing up box and pulled a few costumes out. I was the Proper Periwinkle, and Alexis was the Lavish Lavender, it was just Arabella who wouldn’t dress up.

“You guys look dumb! I’m not wearing a princess costume, they don’t even dress like that! I went to dinner at Princess Anne’s house last week in London with mum, they wear normal clothes!” She shouted as me and Alexis paraded up and down acting like princesses. What did she know, she was the dumb one!

“Scaredy cat!” That always got people to do things on TV, maybe it would work.

“Ugh, fine!” She said, rooting around in the box and transforming herself into the Regal Rose princess.

“Let’s go show mama!” Hopefully they would be so distracted by how royal and cool we looked that they’d stop talking and mom would spend time with me instead.

“Look Mrs. Belgravia, we’re princesses!” Arabella told her proudly, taking center stage of course.

“It’s Ms. Elphinstone now Arabella.” Mama said as she finally pulled herself away from stupid Dimitri and looked at us. “You girls look great, but why don’t you go and play in the bedroom? I have a guest.” Her eyes widened a little as she looked at me before her face set into a hard line, it definitely meant ‘get out!’ ugh!

“Why does she have to be like that?!” I slammed the door as I went into my bedroom with Alexis and Arabella, who were looking down awkwardly at the ground.

“Um… What’s up with your mom?” Alexis muttered, she definitely felt weird about the situation. Mama spoiled everything! Luckily the awkward silence was broken by Marie coming through the door.

“Oh les filles! Vous l’air fantastique! Beautiful girls, you look so regal.” Marie gushed as she looked down on us.

“Merci Marie.” I smiled up at my nanny, she was so pretty. And so kind.

“Come girls. We go for a walk in park, yes?” Marie said as we quickly took off our princess costumes and followed her to the elevator, leaving mom and Dimitri behind, ugh!

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“Oh they’re gone.” I said as I heard the ping of the elevator doors which signaled Marie, Electra and her cousins exit. “This has been lovely, really Dimitri. But you should go, I have a friend coming over for lunch soon.”

“Ah, you don’t know how sad that makes me. I wish to spend all day with you.” He smiled at me as he spoke, clearly meaning what he said.

“Well I’d like that too but I want to see my friend.” I didn’t really want to see my ‘friend’, to be honest I had never met the woman. But now that I was establishing myself on the social scene she had invited herself over for lunch, and if I wanted in I had to oblige.

“Come, you must have a few minutes before she arrives.” Before I could get up he’d draped his arm over me, I was about to move away but he was so invitingly warm and comfortable, I just couldn’t resist closing my eyes and feeling secure in his arms.

Although Dimitri was a rich and powerful man he gave me more than a feeling of financial security, he had such presence, which made him infinitely more attractive. I definitely wanted to see more of him. After a couple of minutes of laying together we were disturbed by his phone, why was something always bothering us?! It was either Electra, who couldn’t keep her nose out of my business, new social acquaintances, or cell phones!

“Yes, I understand. I’ll be on the next flight.” He said into his phone as he paced the room. “Olive, it is now me that had to cut this wonderful meeting short. Business problems in Athens, I’ll be flying out straight away.” He came and kissed my hand before pushing the elevator button, and with a final wave he was gone. I sighed loudly and put my head into my hands. Why couldn’t he just be here all the time?

Oh well, time to serve the tea. I definitely needed Marie here, she made the best tea, but I had to get Electra out of my hair for the timebeing, and with Sebastian staying with Arielle for a few days I could have a civillised meeting with my new friend, instead of screaming children running around.

“So nice to finally meet you Evelyn. I must say your picture in the style section last week did you no justice.” I poured her tea and joined her on the comfortable chairs which faced the fireplace. Now what on earth was I meant to talk about?

“Oh thank you, you’re a dear. I have to say what a beautiful apartment you have, and I love the work your mothers doing for cancer, such a good cause. I’m actually doing some charity work myself, save the whales it is.” She seemed a little fake and full of herself but I needed her on my side if I ever even hoped to throw another party.

“Oh how nice. I’m looking for a cause to support myself, charities so important.” I said as I took a sip before replacing my cup on the tray.

“I’m on a wonderful board at the Diamond Museum, I’ll see what I can do about getting you a seat. We don’t usually accept one so young and new to the scene, but for you I think an exception could be made.”

“Oh thank you!” Putting down my cup I clapped my hands together, getting quite a dirty look from Evelyn, clearly clapping with joy was a no-no.

“It’s my pleasure. I hear your party was quite the occasion, people have been talking about it all over town. You simply must throw another, I’ll invite a few of the girls and you can meet my husband.”

“You’re too kind, I actually have one planned. My brother’s daughter Constance just got engaged. I was thinking a family affair but my sister-in-law insisted on a big party, and of course you’re invited.” In the back of my mind I couldn’t help thinking Constance was a little young to be getting married, but it was her life.

“That’s so lovely of you.” She finished her tea before dabbing her lips with the napkin I’d provided. “I should go anyway, I have to interview new housekeepers. It’s so hard to find good help these days.” I showed her to the elevator with the required kiss on each cheek as she left, quite a good first meeting I thought, I was definitely getting myself on the radar, now I just had to plan a party.

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“And make sure it’s baccarat, I can’t have the Countess drinking from a cheap glass. Yes, thank you.” Mama’s voice reached my ears as I stepped out of the elevator, back from my first day of my new school.

“Hi.” I said as she hung up the phone and started typing on her laptop.

“How was school?” She mumbled as she typed something and began making notes on a pad next to her.

“Well it was okay, my teachers are actually really nice and I made some friends. But I have homework already, look, its maths. So hard!” I hopped onto the big Missoni chair and pulled the footstool closer so I could lay out my work on it.

“Mom what’s 7×12?” I asked, scratching my head with the pencil. “Mom!” I shouted after she didn’t respond.

“What?! Electra what are you doing? Do that later, go and get your brother for now, and bring something for you two to play with, I’m going to get ready. Go, go.” Do my work later? Fine by me. And she wanted to spend time with us! I quickly ran to Sebastian’s nursery.


“What you up too?” I asked as I saw him playing with the blocks, well more chewing the blocks than playing with them

“Bwocks!” He giggled, drooling all over one.

“You’re so cute aren’t you. Mama wants to see us, would you like that?” I leaned down at the block table and looked at him. He seemed as shocked as me that mama wanted to play, but he soon forgot and put a block back in his mouth.

Taking Sebastians hand and picking up the light plastic block table with the other we settled down in the living room and began playing together. Soon mama joined us looking very glamorous, she’d even changed her hair. She looked so pretty, she was even prettier than Marie, and she was playing with us! She did love us after all.

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Where was he? Hopefully I wasn’t being stood up, his secretary had told me he would be here at 6, he was in New York for a meeting on his way back from Athens and hadn’t been able to contact me but his secretary had told me his plans to take me to the opera. So exciting!

“Mama, bwocks! Pway mama!” Sebastian threw a block across the room, narrowly missing my face.

“Sebastian! Watch it!” I checked my face, thank god he had never hit me, I couldn’t look a mess for Dimitri.

“Anyone home?” I heard as the elevator doors opened and the deep voice of Dimitri echoed around the apartment.

“Oh Electra that’s a wonderful tower!” I yelled as he came around the corner. “Dimitri, you’re here. I was just spending some time with the kids.” I jumped up and hugged him as he came towards us.

“You’re such a caring mother, you never fail to impress me.” He smiled at me, looking down at the kids. “Let me look at you.” He stepped away from me looked me up and down. “Stunning Olive, perfection.” I should hope so, the dress and diamonds had cost me enough.

“You flatter me. Goodbye kids, I’ll see you later.” Waving to Electra and Sebastian I made my way to the elevator, I was so excited for the opera, and I planned on inviting Dimitri back afterwards. We had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, it was time to seal the deal.

“That was a wonderful evening.” I said as we walked back into the apartment a few hours later after the opera, it had been an amazing show, people had told me I’d fall asleep but I thought it was wonderful.

“It was. Thank you so much for coming with me.” He was such a gentleman, it was only the money that made him similar to Max. He was so different in every other respect, so confident, so sure of himself, so powerful, with influence and connections spanning continents.

“Why don’t you go and… wait upstairs?” I looked at him from under my lashes as I spoke, trying to seduce him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, I was sure. This is what I wanted, Dimitri could really make me happy.

“Definitely.” I moved in and planted my lips on his, the first kiss. It wasn’t like a movie, I had learnt long ago that the world didn’t melt away when you kissed someone, but it was nice.

As we held hands and walked upstairs to my bedroom I wondered if I was making a mistake, getting together with someone so soon after Max, it hadn’t even been a year. There could be a scandal, people talking… but then again he was so powerful it probably wouldn’t matter.

“I’ll see you in a minute, I’m just going to the bathroom.” I planted another kiss on his lips before walking into my en suite. Standing in front of the mirror I took a deep breath. It had been a long time since I’d had sex, what if I wasn’t good enough for him?

What was I thinking?! Of course I’d be good enough for him. I looked amazing, I was beautiful, thin, rich, and he’d seen me spending time with the kids, so in his eyes I was a caring mother. How could anyone resist?

“You are so beautiful.” He said from his position on the bed as I came into the room in my underwear, my hair let lose from it’s constraints. The lust in his eyes was almost tangible, I knew he wouldn’t have been able to resist me. It made me feel so good to be wanted, my insecurities melted away when he looked at me like he was now.

“You know Olive,” he took a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around me and closed his eyes, “we haven’t spent as much time together is as socially acceptable, and I don’t expect you to feel the same way, though I hope you d0…” he laughed sheepishly, “but I just want you to know… that I love you.”

“I -” this must be love, a feeling of being wanted, being secure in his arms, it had to be. “- I love you too.” It felt good to say it again, it felt more real than when I said it to Max. This had to be the real thing.

“Olive, I have to go to China for a meeting in a few hours, why don’t you come with me?” He said as we laid on the bed together in each others arms, his question jolting me out of the semi-nap I had fallen into. China? Could I really just pack everything up and go with him? The kids… but I’d never been before, and they’d be fine with Marie.

“Okay.” I told him. And a few hours later we were ensconced in his private jet en route to China.

Interlude: Tommy & Oliver

Being caught by Jenny while kissing Austin was not what Tommy had wanted to happen. He had wanted to ignore it forever, to just keep going the way things were going, but after Jenny’s discovery she had taken his life down a course he couldn’t change. Running off into the night she had reappeared a week later at the Belgravia house, proceeding to awkwardly tell Arielle and Noah everything.

They were understandably shocked by Jennys revelations, and confronted Tommy as soon as Jenny left, destined to board a plane to Australia for some ‘me-time’ as she put it. Tommy had fled the house when they confronted him, mistaking their concern for anger that he was gay. He fled straight into the arms of Austin.

The two boys proceeded to demolish their way through the town, hitting club after club, getting wasted, and falling into bed together at the end of the night.

Still ignoring Arielle and Noah’s phone calls, and refusing to tell them where he was staying (Austins small apartment in the center of the city) both of the boys concentrated on their careers in Sports, and each other. They didn’t fall so easily into domesticity, neither seeming to care about the tip they left the apartment in, and finally decided on hiring a maid, after all they were making big bucks. Tommy had been promoted to MVP, and Austin was a shoo-in for a promotion too. After a particularly vigorous practice game Tommy finally spoke to his parents when they cornered him after work. He had thought they were going to say how disgusted they were with him, but in reality all they wanted to know was if he was happy, which he assured them he was.

Problems with his sexuality were however, still around. He and Austin hadn’t told the team, who although they knew the boys were living together didn’t know they were ‘together-together’. They had decided to put it off for now, they had no real need or desire to flaunt their relationship to the world, both were intensely private and intended to remain so. Children was another factor Tommy and Austin hadn’t yet discussed. They were more interested in ‘living in the moment’ and for now and the foreseeable future they had no plans for children, the hassle involved with surrogacy or adoption was something neither of them wanted to deal with, besides, they were young, beautiful, successful, and having a good time, who needed responsibilities?

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It wasn’t long after kissing her that Oliver and Celeste went to bed. Instantly Celeste announced that a little Belgravia was on his or her way into the world, and the two wedded immediately. Celeste had finally gotten what she wanted, but something inside of her told her it was more than that. Constance Belgravia, named after Celestes mother, was born on April 26th at New York Presbyterian Hospital, New York City, where Oliver and Celeste were vacationing. The budding family soon packed up their base at the Veloria Gallery and relocated to Celestes colonial mansion on the outskirts of town, close to the Belgravia house.

Constance became the darling of the Belgravia’s, the first grandchild of Arielle and Noah, and the first great-grandchild of Lily and Chace.

Sitting in the sunroom at the back of the house all day, watching her mother sculpt and her father paint, she soon became immersed in the arts, and developing a keen interest in music as she was exposed to the sounds of The Velvet Underground and The Beatles from her fathers collection, as well as Rachmaninov and Tchaikovsky from her mothers collection.

Oliver continued to paint, even being granted a medal from the town Mayor for ‘extensive services to the arts’. The sunroom was the perfect setting for, with the huge windows framing an unmatched view of the town, and exquisite natural light.

Constance’s birthday party was a grand affair, with a life size sculpture of her nestling among two tables loaded with gourmet food, and a bartender on sight ready to cater to the needs of the guests. Most of her family came to the party, as well as many of Celeste and Oliver’s respective friends.

She particularly enjoyed getting to know her extended family, spending a lot of time with Cassandra, the wife of Freddy, who was the son of Oriana.

Even Celeste showed a rare streak of kindness, bringing the geriatric Chace his drinks throughout the night.

Her parents continued to lead a lavish lifestyle, out clubbing most nights and being seen by the world press, with articles about their wild antics appearing daily, and Oliver becoming something of a cult figure.  They often pushed the limits of what their celebrity would allow, sex in club hot tubs was one of their favourite activities. They did however devote as much of their time as possible to Constance, who was the apple of their eye.

Constance loved to watch her families artistic abilities, reveling in her fathers magnificent paintings, her mothers exquisite sculptures, and the beautiful sound of her father playing the piano.

She filled her days painting, trying to copy her fathers work – never seeming to (understandably) get it quite right. The two were inseparable, going on trips to the botanical gardens, the local art galleries, and the National Parks, as well as trips to France, where they soaked up the local culture from the comfort of the air conditioned limousine.

Despite her own plans, Celeste found herself very happy in marriage to Oliver, he checked the boxes for her, and for the time being at least she had no desire to leave and move onto her next man. The two became closer and closer, both sexually and emotionally, and it wasn’t long before Celeste announced she was pregnant once again.

As much as he loved her he never got the likeness quite right when he took to her sculpting station…

It wasn’t long after Constance had gone away to LeFromage Art School, more due to her own pleas than the wishes of her mother, that on the 1st of January, while Oliver and Celeste were attending a gallery opening in Paris, Landon Belgravia was born. As much as he loved his daughter a son sent Oliver over the moon with joy, and he was soon taking his son through the first, tentative stages of life, teaching him to walk on the cliffside patio, helping him with the potty, and teaching him to talk by the graveside of Mysterious Mr. Gnome.

It wasn’t long before Landon was given a similarly extravagant party for his birthday, with the Belgravia clan rallying round to welcome another one of their own to the next stage of life.

Landon especially enjoyed hearing tales of his great-grandfathers past as they sat eating cake, hearing stories of his now deceased great-grandmother and beginning his first tentative steps on the guitar that Chace had bought him for his birthday.

To everyones surprise another Belgravia was born the night of Landons party, people had thought Celeste had been cultivating the ‘hippy look’ to fit in with the other mothers at Constance’s school, but she had in fact been carrying another Belgravia. Arabella Belgravia was born on the 1st of January, ensuing birthday-party conflict with her brother forever more.

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In other news…

Freddy Belgravia, musician, the son of Oriana Belgravia and Jasper Merridon (never married) married Cassandra Velci, a fellow musician, who gave birth to a son, Mick Belgravia, who is also an aspiring musician.

Maria Whitley (nee Belgravia), the environmentalist and documentary film-maker, daughter of Oriana Belgravia and Jasper Merridon, married Charlie Whitney, the acclaimed musician, at a ceremony in the Belgravia Penthouse. The couple plan to move to Charlie’s native Scotland.

Andrew Belgravia-King, currently a surgical resident, son of Alexandra Belgravia and Jeremy King, married Jenny Killmon, who he met while in residency (she is also a resident).

Marquis Belgravia-King, world-renowned surgeon, married Argentinian Opera star Cambola Mizichi in the grounds of her parents house in Argentina. Like his cousin Maria, he plans to emigrate to his spouses native country.


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Condensed versions of what would have happened in Tommy and Olivers lives so far, as well as a little information about the rest of the family.

N.B. The time frame of this goes beyond where we are so far with Olive.