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Monaco Jet Set Chronicles	By : eternalmuse Category: Individual Celebrities > Charlotte Casiraghi (Charlotte of Monaco) > Charlotte Casiraghi (Charlotte of Monaco) Views: 1910 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Charlotte Casiraghi, and I do not profit from these writings.

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"Thierry..." "Oui, mon ange?" "Thierry I never want to see you again".
Charlotte hadn't raised her voice a single bit. She said this last sentence calm and firmly. She was too humiliated and furious to even be aware of emotions, let alone express them. Less than half a second later, she opened the car door and leapt out, in motion.
The fall was harsh and she got a bit bruised. Nevertheless, she stood up, looked around, and made sure Thierry hadn't stopped the car nearby. Instead, he had rushed away, probably fearful of the effects of his attitude.
She recognized the place. She was in Rue Grimaldi, in the lower part of Monaco, the residential quarter of La Condamine, near the port, between the rock of Monaco, where the Palais stood, and Monte Carlo. Charlotte saw the silhouette of the tower and the bushy way up to her grandfather's residence. Suddenly, she noticed that a black car was stopped by her. Roberto's, of course.
Char knocked on the window, unknowing what forces made her do so. She was oblivious of any eventual fear she could have of Roberto or his possible reaction. After all, he had told Thierry he'd like to see them fuck, but now there was no Thierry anymore and Roberto might want to try stuff on her. But that is us reasoning, not a 15 year old gorgeous princess who has just suffered the biggest disappointment of her life and hasn't had the time to be devastated about it (yet!). Much to her surprise, Roberto acted naturally when he opened the window.
"Mademoiselle, you could have got hurt! One should not jump off a moving car, for heaven's sake!"
"Roberto I'd rather jump off Le Rocher than put up with what is happening around me. I am so utterly disgusted. Two of the people I am used to trusting have betrayed me and whereas I know I am only a teenage girl and have my own bit put in jeopardy here, I will not abide by whatever schemes are being built here"
"But Mademoiselle, what do you mean? Was Monsieur Rozier in any way impertinent? Two people have...? I don't understand!"
"NOW THAT'S TAKING IT TOO FAR, ROBERTO! WHAT WAS IT THAT THIERRY AND YOU WERE DEALING IN? CATTLE? IS THAT WHAT I AM? YOUR LOLITA TO OWN AND TRADE?!! I'm calling the police at once."
"Mademoiselle, I do not understand. Monsieur Rozier told me you would both be taking a drive around the principality and made it clear to me that the purpose of such was to give you the chance to have a chat. He told me you were in some way saddened by your Aunt Her Serene Highness Princess Stephanie not having attended your competition earlier today - and let me congratulate you on your merveilleux results - and that you were angry that your Mother, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Hannover, would not keep a good relationship with her sister. He kind of wanted to have a talk with you and said 'you know Roberto a chat with an older, experienced friend, like me, is always good through teen crisis'".
Charlotte Casiraghi was speechless.
"So Monsieur Rozier asked me to follow you throughout your drive around Monaco, stating that you would not stay at the Pozzo di Borgo estate. Instead, he told me, you would both join your Mother Her Royal Highness the Princess of Hannover and Le Clos Saint Pierre. Now I must say I was astonished by this, as my knowledge was that The Prince and Princess of Hannover would be staying at the Palais tonight, and Le Clos is surely not ready to receive the family on such short notice. But I couldn't reach the Princess to confirm the facts and so I personally decided to follow you around the principality while trying to contact her. I was ready to act at any moment, Mademoiselle, only who could tell you would jump out of a running car after no sign of disarray whatsoever!"
"You mean you did not speak to my mother at all?"
"Mais non, Mademoiselle, but I must! She could be dead worried if Madame Pozzo di Borgo tells her you are not staying in after all. Poor lady, it was fortunate for her that you would not stay, because apparently Mademoiselle Pozzo di Borgo had one of her surprising attitudes and left a message (can you imagine!) saying she would be at a friend's. Madame knew this friend was not yourself, but anyhow, her greatest worry was that you would arrive to sleep over and not find Mademoiselle. As to her daughter's unexpected leaving, it is not the first time, and Mademoiselle is now 17, so what can Mummy do!"
"Val wasn't in?!"
"No, Mademoiselle."
Char sighed. She knew not what to do. She thought maybe Valentine was, in the end, offended by her staying with Thierry. But she was now sure that had been a huge mistake. Flashbacks of Roberto's loyalty crossed her mind: his sympathy that one time her horse refused to jump and she cried her guts out, his attempts to help her mum when she fell in Zurs, injuring herself, even today, his anger at the paparazzi who'd taken photos of her when she felt sick at the competition in Fontvieille! Had Thierry just told her a bunch of lies? There was only one way to know.
Char opened the door and sat beside Roberto.
"Mademoiselle?! I thought you'd rather travel in the back!"
"No Roberto. This isn't the Princess of Hannover's daughter and her bodyguard. This is about a 15 year old foolish child and a dear friend who has done loads for her and her family and who she was on the edge of untrusting because of a... a.. Because of a complete totally wretched asshole!!!"
Char proceeded to tell him almost the whole tale. She omitted having had sex with Thierry, but told Roberto that she and Thierry had flirted a lot and wanted to go alone somewhere, yes, to be in intimate contact, and that Thierry had told her that the price for Roberto to lie to Caroline would be for Roberto to watch them. The faithful bodyguard was shocked.
"Mademoiselle! Have I been so incompetent in my job that you would ever conceive of such bigotry? Mine is the fourth generation in my humble family to serve the Grimaldis, which we do with honour and gratitude to Our Sovereign Prince, your grandfather. I could never lie to The Princess of Hannover, not if my own life was at stake. And even if I was available for such a treason, I couldn’t' contact her anyway!!" Roberto’s eyes glittered with tear forming. He discretely wiped out that unprofessional trait.
"Roberto, swear to me you didn't talk to my mother and she didn't say yes, go with Thierry around the principality"
"Mademoiselle, we shall prove that at once."
Roberto dialed Caroline's private number, switching the car's mobile phone to the loud-voice option.
"Allo!" "Your Royal Highness?" "Roberto! Is everything alright?" "Why... yes Madame" "Well, then, Charlotte is staying with the Pozzos tonight, so you might as well get some rest... you have been working so hard with all these equestrian stuff going on!" "Well Madame, thank you, but I am not sure..."
Charlotte decided to speak up
"Maman" "Mais... Charlotte? T'es là?" "Oui, Maman, turns out I'm not going to sleep at Valentine's. You know, she was sweet to invite me over, but I knew all the time that she would rather go to a friend of ours who she needed to settle some stuff with, so I told her don't worry and go" "You're too sweet, my child! But where are you going then? Home, I expect!" "Well Maman... I..." Char realized she had been worried only about finding the truth, not planning what to do, but home did not seem like the best option. She wanted to find Val, but believing that she would surely be angry, decided to contact her only in the morning.
What she wanted now was someone to talk to. Roberto had done his bit, but she needed someone experienced with men, love, yet a person she trusted. In a second, it came to her; Thierry himself, through his hideous lies, had given the hint.
"Maman, I am going home to the Palais, but I will stop by Tatie Steph before going to bed, so don't wait up."
"Quoi? Tatie Steph? But why on earth?" "I miss her. Maman we have talked this over, I understand your troubles, but I love Aunt Steph and she's so good to us. I only wish you would be in good terms with her. I bet she would have gone to the competition if it wasn't Louis and Pauline's day to be with Asshole Ducruet" "Charlotte!" "That's what he is Maman! So I'll go to her and then join Andrea, Pierre and yourself." "Well, ma fille, you can join your brothers but I think I will not wait up. Ernie is quite tired and Alexandra is way past her bedtime. She has been giving us so much trouble this evening. She's so excited with the competitions and all the partying that no-one can get her to sleep. So I'll see you in the morning, ok?" "Oui Maman, ça va! Je t'embrasse!" "Moi aussi, Mon enfant. Bisous! Dis Bonne nuit a Roberto!" "Say it yourself, we're loud voiced here!" "Ah, bon? Good night Roberto, go get some rest after that brat is at the Palais! Merci bien! "Good nigh, Your Royal Highness and... don't mention it!"
It was now clear that Roberto had told the truth. So Charlotte sat back as he drove the short way from La Condamine to the Palais. She looked down on Port Hercule, the boats, the lights in La Condamine and the Monte Carlo skyline of skyscrapers and the Casino. Everything was so lovely in Monaco... except for what she had gone through that day... Charlotte had ceased being furious and started growing sad. She DID need a talk with Tatie Steph. Roberto soon drove by the Palace Guards, into the Palace.
"Merci bien, mon ami Roberto", said Charlotte. "Sleep well" "Good night Mademoiselle" "Roberto.., say Goodnight Charlotte please." "Mais...Mademoi..." "Do it. Pleeeeeeease" "Bonne nuit Charlotte. Tu sais que tu peux compter sur moi" "Thanks"
Charlotte knocked at the door of Stephanie's apartment. It was almost 11pm but she knew her aunt and cousins would be up. They never got to bed before midnight, opposite to Rainier who'd be sleeping by 10. She entered Steph's lodgings as the Princess’s personal butler showed her in. She decided she'd chat a bit with Steph and then go to Andrea for a brother-sister talk. These were, besides her Mama (who was not to know all of this, at least for the time being) and, of course, Pierre and Alexandra (whom she still considered children), the two people she felt she could trust.
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