The scene opens out onto the picturesque island of Capri, several days ago. It’s early in the evening, as the waves lap around the rocks directly below the sheer cliff wall of August’s Garden.
Into view, steps Hans von Richtoven, hand in hand with Vanessa Lang. Dressed in comfortable attire for the warm evening, with a loose white shirt and ¾ length grey pants for him, while a
They walk slowly down the meandering path towards the shore, taking in the calm of the evening, only the occasional bird song distracts from the swell of the waves lapping against the rocks, and the sound of their voices.
(Vanessa): It’s a beautiful night…
(Hans): Always is here.
He turns his head to gaze at Vanessa.
(Hans): Not quite as beautiful as you of course…
Though she rolls her eyes and groans at the remark, Vanessa can’t help but allow a small contented smile to flourish at his words.
(Vanessa): Oh honey, and you say you don’t pay attention when I watch my chick flicks… but if I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to seduce this little ole' Southern gal!
She leans in towards him…
(Vanessa): But you don't have to... she's already yours.
They walk in silence for a few more moments, just enjoying one another’s company.
(Vanessa): I have to say, you seem to have had this weight taken off your shoulders this past week.
(Hans): You’ve noticed?
(Vanessa): It’s hard not to have honey.
(Hans): Hmm, well, it’s true. Spent some time thinking of my priorities… actually… *Laughs* I spent a lot of time thinking…
(Vanessa): You finally over losing the World title then? Can I wake up next to a man who won’t take a strop over not having the gold when he reads some negative story in a paper, or magazine?
She trails off giggling, and allows her hand to creep up around his waist, as he draws her in.
(Hans): Yes, yes you can…
He smiles, kissing her on the head.
(Hans): Although… speaking of gold… I… ah…
He swallows.
(Hans): I… oh and now the words escape me…
(Vanessa): *Laughing* What are you trying to say honey?
(Hans): I…
Looking flustered, he comes to a halt, before taking a deep breath, and reaching into his back pocket.
(Hans): Please believe me, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Putting the World title above you was wrong, and I… I…
Another deep breath, as he brings the small box around to the front, keeping it shut.
(Hans): I had this perfect speech worked up… and I…
With that, he drops down to one knee, extends his hands out, and opens up the box, revealing a beautiful silver ring within.
(Hans): I would like to know if you would marry me, Vanessa…
The scene fades out gently to black.
To be continued…
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