Love and Marriage (Part 1)Putting aside her dreams of romance, Ellie concentrated on her career. After all, what choice did she have? She still had some way to go before becoming a vocal legend and eligible men – people generally, in fact – weren’t exactly plentiful. Where was everyone? Starlight Shores was beginning to feel like a ghost town.
Well, maybe she could travel in search of a husband once she’d dealt with her dynastic obligations. For now, though, she had a gig to prepare for – her first show at the Binder Clips Centre. She bought some new effects machines to complement the venue’s impressive lighting rigs – the little stage set she’d had since her early days in showbiz was looking rather dwarfed by comparison. Still, she hung on to most of her old stuff – it had served her well and she was far too sentimental to throw everything out just because she was finally threatening to make it big.
Then she did her vocal exercises, had a nap and called for the limo.
Finally, she had a real audience.
More than she could count; more than she could see from the dazzle of the stage. She could certainly hear them, though: the roars of appreciation; the sing-along to
Oogie Fever; the repeated demands for an encore.
It was amazing.
In fact, if she wanted to make it to the top, maybe she’d better ditch the smaller venues and concentrate on places like Binder Clips and the Fine Fellows’ Hall. After the show and before her better nature could pop up and point out that the coffeehouse proprietor had given her her very first regular gig and
‘Don’t you owe them a few hours every week, even if you are a star now?’ she asked the chauffeur to drop her off at Flying V’s.
Cancelling the appointment proved to be much harder than she’d expected. It turned out that the coffeehouse now had three proprietors, not just one, and the one she needed to talk to was off sick. Or something. Certainly the two who were in attendance insisted that it wasn’t their problem, although both would have been happy to host extra concerts if she wanted to give them.
She most certainly did not! Well, not unless they upped their fees considerably.
Then they started reading books and ignoring her. How rude! She had a good mind to…
Wait a minute! Who was
that?
Infuriating proprietors forgotten in an instant, she walked over and introduced herself to the tall, dark stranger. Well, the normal-height, dark stranger. You can’t have everything.
It was hard to stop herself babbling. Who was he? Where had he appeared from? And how did he manage to have such good taste in clothes when most people looked as though they’d got dressed in the dark?
His name was Louis Amiot, it seemed, and he was French. And he was also a musician!
She invited him home, worried that she was pushing their relationship too fast. But he accepted – after all, a supper of perfect baked angel food cake with a rising pop star would be difficult to refuse.
They chatted far into the night. Oh, he was wonderful!
But then, suddenly, he stood up, mid-sentence, muttered something-or-other (had he really said ‘Cinderella’s jeans?’) and disappeared.
Once she’d stopped panicking, Ellie checked her phone (fortunately, she’d had the sense to get his number) and found that he was back in Champs les Sims. What had happened? How had he got home so quickly? And why? Was it something she’d said?
She tried calling but just got a recording, saying that it was too late to talk now and did she want to leave a message or call back in a few hours? Frustrated, she stomped off to her lonely bed.
In the morning, she phoned to invite him to stay. That is, if he was still interested. Or had it all been a dream? Was there really a Louis Amiot? And, if there was, was he as young and attractive as she’d thought? In the cold light of day, it was easy to believe she’d imagined the whole thing,
The phone at the other end rang. A newly-familiar voice answered. Yes, he was real. She still couldn’t work out why he’d left in such a hurry but there couldn’t have been much wrong – he sounded as eager to meet again as she was. After a protracted series of goodbyes, he put the phone down, promising to book a last-minute flight and be in Starlight Shores the following day.
And he was. Of course, he appeared at the worst possible moment: she’d not expected him until later and had been whiling away the time by trying on some of her old stage outfits and wondering whether she could do something with them or should just send the lot to a charity shop. No, far too trashy. Just get rid of them.
And there he was. Oops! Still, he didn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite.
Embarrassed none the less, Ellie invited him in, asked Grace to take care of her guest and rushed off to shower and change her clothes. Then they settled down to an afternoon of getting to know one another, trying to ignore the other family members who’d suddenly discovered lots of important business within earshot.
First, Louis taught Ellie a French song. A love song, at that.
She responded with a serenade on the guitar.
Then things got serious.
Before the day was over, she’d invited him to go steady…
…and even proposed.
Love changes everything. With her fiancé living in the same household (however innocently, chaperoned as they were by elderly relatives), Ellie found the barriers that lay in the way of completing her tasks far less intimidating. A few days after Louis joined the family, she achieved her lifetime wish.
Now all she had to do was to make sure of her best friends and then she could get on with the next bit.
Eleanor Gold and Louis Amiot were married in an informal ceremony on the beach.
It may have been lacking in pomp and circumstance but to them it was perfect.
They exchanged rings and vows, gazing into each other’s eyes and doing their best to ignore the eccentric behaviour of the bride’s ageing relatives.
“Well, Madame Amiot. What do you think we should do now?”
“What d’you mean, ‘Madame Amiot’? I proposed. You’re Monsieur Gold!”
“D’accord, Madame Gold. Que veux-tu faire maintenant?”
Ellie blushed.
And as her family found urgent things to do elsewhere, Ellie prepared to settle into married life.
Ellie’s reaction to meeting Louis was, of course, her watcher’s. (I do believe in Sims 3 fairy godmothers. I do! I do!)
On investigation, it seems that story progression is alive and well and living in retirement in Champs les Sims. Louis is Colette Bonnet’s grandson (although he also has random townie great-grandparents, so some odd ageing must have been going on).
His clothes remain a minor mystery (base game top and shoes, Showtime trousers – none of them in default colours). I think it’s most likely that he visited the salon for a makeover before he met Ellie. (He had another everyday outfit, made up of the usual random hodgepodge, as were his other clothes). Other explanations are welcomed!
As you may have noticed from the wedding screenshots, I accidentally let Pearl age up to elder. The game has stopped popping up with warnings of impending birthdays and I was concentrating so hard on trying to get Ellie through her career that Pearl’s last one sneaked up unnoticed. I’ll let Grace age up to join her twin and then (hopefully) keep them both going with frequent doses of Ambrosia.