From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
The Price of Love
Ivy entered the mansion and set down all of her shopping bags by the front door and then dropped off her keys,
handbag, and hat on the table in the middle of the foyer. She heard voices in the living room and preceded forward
to see who was there.
"I agree Father. You should be the head of Crane Industries. Itís not my time yet and Iíll try to find a
way to convince grandfather," Ethan told Julian.
"Thatís my boy," Julian encouraged with a slight slur as held his glass of brandy in the air.
"Well Julian, trying to get Ethan in your side of the ring," Ivy inquired to make her presence in the
"Hello, Mother," Ethan managed to say. He was sure he was in for a tongue-lashing. "I actually
agree with Father on this matter. Itís not my time yet."
"Well Darling, as honorable and honest a young man you are, Iím not surprised. But you both know thereís
no changing Alistairís mind once heís made a decision. I guess thatís something we should all know. Donít you
agree, Julian," Ivy asked her husband with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, well, Iím sure you two have some exciting wedding merger plans to talk about," Julian said, grabbing
the brandy decanter, "so my little friend and I will be in the library." With that Julian left the room
and Ethan prepared for the worst.
"Alright, Ethan. We have some things to discuss," Ivy said with serious tone.
"I can explain, Mother," Ethan stood up.
Ethan sat down, not sure where to start, but luckily he didnít have to.
"First, letís get one thing straight," Ivy continued. "I love you, and all I want for you and your
sisters is happiness. Now, tell me, what would make you happy?"
This was not something Ethan had expected. He wasnít really sure how to respond.
Ivy saw how hesitant he was. "Let me put it this way: do you love Gwen?"
Now Ethan began to speak, "Yes. Well, I donít know anymore. I have great respect for her. I always thought
I loved her, but I never had a chance to know otherwise. I guess I feel like both of our families just expected
it so Ė"
"Stop right there. Now, how do you feel about Theresa," Ivy asked calmly.
His mind began to reel. How did he feel about Theresa? How didnít he feel about Theresa? "Every time I
see her my stomach does a flip and my heart leaps and skips. She makes me laugh. We have fun together. I feel
like I can tell her anything. Sheís my best friend," Ethan replied.
Ivy then knew the truth, and her heart swelled for her son. "Thatís all I need to know, Darling. You have
my blessing. I know you two will be very happy."
"What are you saying, Mother?"
"Oh Ethan, I know whatís going on. I saw the chemistry between you and Theresa in the hospital when Gwen
and Rebecca were throwing accusations around."
"And youíre not angry," Ethan pushed.
"Not anymore. I was furious. But thereís no way I would stand in the way of your love and happiness. When
I looked at the two of you, it reminded me of the love I once had and lost."
"The love you shared with my father?"
"Yes," she sadly answered, "the love I shared with your father."
"Mother, thank you. Your blessing means everything to me, and I know it will to Theresa, too. She thinks
the world of you."
"She is a wonderful girl, especially if she makes my son happy and adores me," she brightened. "That
reminds me, I had a talk with Theresa and she knows most of my plan, but you donít!"
"Well, first of all, youíre going to have to be the one to tell Gwen, Julian, and Alistair that the wedding
is off. It would too suspicious if I had a part in it. But hereís the just of itÖ"