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                              The Compromise
                              By Addie Butaud
                                  � 2000

	The Countess was going over one of the many lists she had written 
of things to do for the wedding.  The guest list looked more like a 
book.  Mila had tried to explain that she wanted a small, simple wedding, 
but Valaira wouldn't hear of it.  The list now had more than a thousand 
names.  Her phone rang and she answered.

COUNTESS:  Yes, hello?

MARGARET:  Hello Valaira, it's Margaret.

COUNTESS:  Muffy, how nice of you to call.

MARGARET:  I wouldn't actually say this is a social call.  Would you 
mind if I came over?  There is something I need to talk to you about.

COUNTESS:  It sounds serious?

MARGARET:  It could be.
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	Margaret and Valaira were having tea on the lanai of the 
Rosnovsky mansion.

COUNTESS:  So, what is so dire?

MARGARET:  It's about your daughter's wedding.

COUNTESS:  It is definitely going to be a social event of the decade.

MARGARET:  That's just it.  Mila doesn't want that.

COUNTESS:  Of course she does.

MARGARET:  No Val.  She doesn't.  She was almost in tears at Sydney's 
last night.

COUNTESS:  I don't understand.

	Margaret took a sip of her tea.

MARGARET:  If you continue to plan this wedding the way you want it, your 
daughter won't be there.

COUNTESS:  That's ridiculous.  Where else would she be?  It's her wedding 
day.

MARGARET:  She'll still get married, but she and Grant will do it in Las 
Vegas � without you.

	Valaira stood and began to pace.

COUNTESS:  I just want the best for my Mila.

MARGARET:  I know you do, but this is her wedding.  Let her have what 
she wants.  Afterwards, once things have settled, throw a party and 
invite whomever you wish.

COUNTESS:  If she plans it, what do I do?

MARGARET:  You'll help her.  But you do what she wants, not what you 
want.

	Valaira sat back down.

COUNTESS:  I'm not sure if I can do that.

MARGARET:  If you don't, you're going to lose your daughter � again.

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	The next morning, Mila was trying to sleep in, but was awakened 
by a knock on the door.  Mila grabbed Grant's black t-shirt that was 
lying on the foot of the bed and put it on.  When she opened the door, 
she was surprised to see her mother.

MILA:  Momma?  What are you doing here?

	Valaira looked at her daughter and shook her head.

COUNTESS:  I apologize for coming here this early, but I didn't sleep 
well last night.

	Mila looked concerned.

MILA:  Are you okay?

	She pulled her mother into the apartment and closed the door.

COUNTESS:  I'm fine my darling angel.  I was up all night trying to 
figure out a way to apologize to you.

MILA:  Why?  What did you do?

	The countess walked over to the couch and sat down.

COUNTESS:  I didn't listen to you.  You want a small wedding with family 
and close friends and I was planning an event bigger than any royal 
wedding.

MILA:  You were a little�

COUNTESS:  Out of control?

MILA:  Yes.

	Mila put her head on her mother's shoulder.

COUNTESS:  Well, no more.  I fired Diane.  I told her that you decided 
to go in another direction.

MILA:  Did she cry?

COUNTESS:  Yes.

MILA:  Good.  I didn't like her.

	Valaira kissed the top of her head.

COUNTESS:  You plan whatever you want and send me the bills.

MILA:  Momma, I still want your help.  I haven't picked out a design for 
my dress yet.

COUNTESS:  Well, what would you say about a trip to New York?  Next week 
is a huge bridal show.

MILA:  I think that I love you Momma.

COUNTESS:  I love you too baby.

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Short and sweet.  What do ya think?  addiegirl@hotmail.com