(Sorry to anyone who was expecting a sliced arm and descriptions of blood
)(Authors note: To anyone who feels the need to nit pick - Yes, I know that a scene like this in an actual film would take days maybe to shoot, having to split and splice camera angles together and different dialogue shots for each character. But you know, use your imagination (They've got super hi-tech equipment? And can shoot a blockbuster film in a day? Yeah that'll do.)
9. Cut
A large country house is the back drop of this scene. A grand and tall building, with wide hedges and large gardens sprawling out in the background. In the foreground is a young woman, curled hair bouncing about her shoulders and an empire line dress about her body. She looks as though she is thinking, sat upon a stone bench, surrounded by a lush green hedge. Her eyes flick up to see a man storming from the house, his riding jacket billowing behind him. She looks panicked and rises to her feet immediately, turning one way and another before turning and sliding through the hedge opening of the maze.
She runs through and round the maze until finding the centre of it and comes to an abrupt halt, her chest rising and falling rapidly. There is a small bench in the middle of the maze and she seats herself upon it to calm down her giddiness. Just as she feels herself returning the man she had fled from enters into the maze centre.
"Miss Partridge," he begins. She is facing away from him, sat on the bench. "Katherine." He comes closer to her and seats himself on the bench next to her, facing the wrong way to her.
Katherine takes a couple of needed deep breaths. Finally she musters "Mr Merryweather." We see tears prickling her eyes. She blinks them away and asks "How is Mrs Merryweather?" The words are pained in her throat.
"I would not know," he replies. She looks shocked at his response, looking up at him.
"You mean to say you have not spent any time with your new wife?!"
"I mean to say I do not have a wife, of the present." Katherine thinks of this, confusion written all over her fine features.
"But in town, a few weeks ago, I heard rumours of marriage between you and Miss Long."
"Rumours Katherine, rumours and nothing more. She spread them herself, spiteful woman, hoping to make her suitors jealous. It has backfired upon her though as no man will have her now they think she is married! I have settled these rumours among society though, having only just found out about my marriage recently." Katherine let tears prick her eyes again. Her hand came to her mouth to stop herself from wailing out.
"Oh Mr Merryweather, what have I done?" She finally asked. He looked at her puzzled. "I have been avoiding you for these past weeks, thinking you were married, dashing all hope of..." She stopped herself and looked down at her hands that lay in her lap.
"All hope of?" He took her hands in his.
"All hope of love." She smiled, finally meeting his gaze. He smiled back a widesmile . "Oh Henry!" She exclaimed before he embraced her in a passionate kiss.
"And cut! That's a wrap people!"
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