Giselle was speechless. She had bought the facade. A frown crossed her face and Bernard spoke again, “I can only imagine what a shock this  must be for you. Please, let me take you to dinner. I’ll explain everything and more.” He gave a weak but friendly smile.

“…Sure.” Giselle agreed after a short pause; She was deep in thought. About everything.

And she went to dinner without a care, forcing herself listen intently and to smile at Bernard’s jokes. Though, after a while, it wasn’t so hard to smile at Bernard.

And Giselle couldn’t help but to give Bernard a hug goodbye when dinner was done.

“Hey, do you want to have breakfast on Thursday?” Bernard asked coyly, though he was sincere.

“Sure.” Giselle responded sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

And that was the beginning of their relationship. Giselle was surprised at how fast she fell for Bernard.

And one day, out of the blue, Bernard proposed. Giselle said yes, and after an hour of couture dress shopping, they got married right then and there. In France. Alone. But they were both pleased.

So Giselle had finally found love. Caroline approved of Bernard, as well, which was good. She even started pushing them to have children, which Giselle had no problem with since she, herself, wasn’t getting any younger.

Sadly, one night Caroline passed away. But along with Salem, she had lived a full life and the death was natural and peaceful. There was no reason to mourn a good life.

For some reason, Giselle and Bernard, by the time Giselle’s birthday came along, had not been able to concieve.

So, correct, Giselle had her birthday and turned 40 years old. So she was 40 and had no children. That wasn’t good for a legacy.

So Bernard and Giselle started going to “drastic” measures- trying for a baby three times a day inbetween their work schedules. And it payed off! After her 41st birthday, the test results came back positive, and Giselle’s boring pregnancy began.

As I said, Giselle’s pregnancy was long and boring, but filled with extensive care for her unborn child. Giselle was too old and couldn’t afford to have a miscarriage for the legacy’s sake as well as hers.

Giselle went into labor at 3 o’clock on a tuesday afternoon, giving birth to not one, not two, but three baby girls! She got lucky and would never need to worry about being pregnant ever again.

The eldest daughter was named Scarlet. She was the spitting image of her daddy, but had her mommy’s slate coloured eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes. Her traits were Athletic and Light sleeper, and she also cried 24/7, so Bernard had no choice but to shove a binky in her mouth.

The middle daughter was named Evangeline. She was a mix of both parents, and she also inherited Leah’s eyes! Her traits were friendly and loner.

The last born of the triplets Giselle named Macy. She looked just like her mommy, and had Rose’s serene blue eyes.

From right to left: Scarlet, Evangeline, Macy.

So Giselle had finally done it! She was the proud mother of three happy, healthy, beautiful baby girls. The legacy would continue.

Or so she thought.

On a warm June day, Giselle was out for a swim when she drowned.

With no heiress named prior to the event, for the triplets were mere toddlers, the Adahy Legacy was over.

Author’s Final Notes:

1. The legacy is over! I failed D; Yes, Giselle really did drown when I wasn’t watching her. I was making Bernard watch the toddlers. They were all so cute and I had huge plans for them and now they’re all foiled!
2. I’ll be doing a Sim Story next, which I’m quite excited about. Then I’ll probably go back to do another legacy. I’ll post the link to the Sim Story on the front page when everything is set up, I promise :)
3. Thank you all for reading this legacy and I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted.

~ Zenna96 (Grace)

She went from shop to shop for three straight days asking if anyone had seen a Claude.

“Honey, this is France; Claude is possibly the most common names around. I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific.” A local woman tried to talk to Giselle.

“Specific as in….” Giselle raised her eyebrows.

“As in last name, physical description, etcetera.” The woman continued.

“Well, I know that he has black hair and blue eyes. He’s 6’2″-ish. Erm, low, velvety voice?” She did her best to pluck out all the information that she could from her memories of a masked Claude.

“Try the west side of town, I think I might have seen a man like that wandering there earlier today.” The woman nodded friendly. And with a nod of her own head towards the helpful woman, Giselle was on her way.

And right where the woman pointed her, Giselle managed to track down Claude’s house, thanks to the local librarian. The house was large and in the center of town with ivy covering the sides. It looked very rustic and expensive, made with sandy brick, though it was somewhat worn and had a musky scent covering the outside.

Giselle excitedly rang the doorbell, expecting Claude to come out, recognize her and sweep her off her feet and they’d fall in love and have their happily ever after.

But instead, an adult man that closely resembled what Giselle remembered of Claude welcomed her into the shopside villa. Confused but chilly and wanting to get out of the cold, she followed him inside.

“Can I help you?” The man asked, a thick french accent covering up the husky pitch of his voice.

“Erm, yes, actually. Does a Claude live here? Tall, dark, handsome…?” Giselle joked, batting her eyelashes playfully.

“Claude Fouchier?” The man questioned, the welcoming smile that had been plastered on his face dropped.

Holy crap! It’s the boy I met when I came here with mom and Jules! Small world…. “Yes, yes!” Giselle replied excitedly.

“Ma’am, would you like to sit down?” The man asked sadly.

“No, I’m fine standing. Why?”

“My name is Bernard Fouchier. I’m Claude’s older brother. I’m sorry, but Claude is…dead.”

Author’s Note:

1. I just love to tease y’all! No, I had to make this short because the next chapter is a biggie D;

For days, Giselle biked around town. But no Claude. None of the local people had seen him and had no idea where he had gone…except for one:

There was one man who said that he had left from China to Egypt as soon as he had informed Claude about an ancient treasure on the outskirts of the African country. That happened about a month ago. So he might still be there! Giselle thought excitedly, sprinting out of the man’s house so she could get cell phone reception.

Quickly, Giselle got to an overhang looking over the tiny town of Shang Simla, China and rung up the travel agency on her cell phone.

“Hello, this is Giselle Adahy. Take me home.”

Giselle got back to Sunset Valley the next day; she wanted some rest before heading to Al Simhara, Egypt. She remembered how much energy the heat sucked out of her, even while wearing all of the light clothing.

The day before she was scheduled to head out again, it was time for Carmen and Juliette’s birthdays! Carmen was up first, and as a child, she took on a nerdy side, and even though she was the spitting image of her mom, their personalities were the exact opposites: Carmen was shy and loved to read.

Next was Juliette. Her birthday was an unpleasant reminder to Giselle that she wasn’t very far away, herself, from having her birthday. And she was single with no kids and wasn’t even on the same continent as the man she loved.

And after that, it was time to leave again, but this time to Al Simhara.

And the trip was a complete waste of time.

Claude wasn’t there. Giselle was a week away from her birthday and couldn’t afford to lose any more time sticking around in a place where Claude clearly wasn’t there, so she went home for a short intervention before Giselle could travel to the one place left for Claude to be: France.

As soon as Giselle arrived home, she didn’t see Juliette or Carmen anywhere. Wandering around the mansion absently, Giselle found a note on the counter. On it, there was a note with neatly written cursive letters on it:

“Moved to the infamous pink mansion: Found Mr. Right!

~ Jules”

Smiling for Juliette, Giselle decided she’d see how her sister was doing. Walking the short 30 feet to the mansion nextdoor, Giselle peeked in through the window.

Inside, Juliette was snuggling up next to an old man and Carmen was watching TV. Looking a little more closely through the window, Giselle realized, “Is that Hugh Hefner?” She gasped.

Yep, it was Hugh Hefer. The legend in the flesh. Glancing at her beautiful reflection in the window, Giselle thought, Maybe I’d rather not go in.… , while dusting her blouse of. Letting a slight smile grow on her face, she thought, I suppose love comes in all shapes and sizes. as she got onto her plane and headed to Champs Les Sims, France: Her final destination.

On a cold summer day, Giselle arrived in Champs Les Sims. It was all or nothing for her right now, and she was ready to find her love.

Author’s Notes:

1. I’m not officially back, I just figured I should give you guys a little taste of what you’ve been waiting for. I know the chapter sucks, but you’ll have to deal with it, hehe.
2. This is me, just in case any of you guys want to see me using my modeling skillage.

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