The Kidnap
“I apologize for stressing you. We will soon get through.”
“Think nothing about it, Mr. Bailey. We are not complaining.”
The Admirals assured. Then Mr. Denise Bailey asked them to display the glass cups for all to see, which they did, and he began to emphasize.
“As you can see, the different bottles of drinks have blended into one and with a different color.”
“Yes.”
The audience chorused.
“I want to ask, can you identify the different drinks from the North or South?”
“No. They are blended.”
“You have answered correctly. The drink in the glass cup is a brand-new drink which represents United Dunforn Republic. Are you with me?”
Now, the picture of the experiment was getting clearer and the response from the audience became louder.
“The same way the different drinks from the North and the South blended is my wish for your country. If you can separate the drinks, then you are free to discriminated, but if you cannot, you are obliged to remain blended. Thank you very much.”
The audience clapped as the two Head of the Government, the Admirals, the members of Senate present, drank from the glass cups as a symbol of unity. And it thrilled the audience. Then, Mr. Denise Bailey concluded his speech.
“In conclusion, I dedicate this award to my grandfather, Retired General Armand Bailey, a general with a difference…”
He halted when the fanfare was louder than the microphone and watched the audience jubilating and waving their kerchiefs in honor of his late grandfather.
“I appreciate you for finding me worthy of this award. I promise to promote peace as much as it lies on me. Before I step down, my wife and I wish to support the rehabilitation of your educational system for a period of five years. Thank you, so much.”
Then, he handed the microphone to the MC and his parents gave him hugs one after the other. Afterwards, he gave his wife a hug too and stood aside. His father gave his appreciation message to the Government of the United Dunforn Republic. Now, they were not aware why Sir Relish and his colleague were standing there quietly. He collected the microphone and began.
“Ladies and gentlemen. All protocols duly observed. My name is Sir Benson Relish, the Chairman of the Council of Knights in Dover. My colleague and I want to appreciate the Government of the United Dunforn Republic for honoring our illustrious son.”
The audience clapped and afterwards, he continued.
“Our son had brought us honor, and we think that he is entitled to a Knighthood.”
He stopped and looked at his friend, Mr. Arthur Bailey, who was shocked. He decorated Mr. Denise Bailey with Medieval knight costume which his colleague had in the luggage and decorated his as a Lady Auxiliary and presented them with their certificates and concluded with.
“From today henceforth, you are permitted to use the title, ‘Sir’ and your wife ‘Lady’. Welcome to the council of knights forum.”
The audience clapped more and more and Sir Denise Bailey gave his acceptance speech.
“I, Sir. Denise Bailey and My wife Lady Olivia do hereby accept the Knighthood. We are pleased to be counted worthy of a knighthood. Thank you, so much.”
Afterwards, he bowed. Lady Olivia bowed, too, as low as her baby bump would permit. The event came to a glorious end, and they returned to Kent. Meanwhile, Lady Olivia still saw the familiar face holding Daniel and walking with her parents’ in-law.
“The semblance is so much.”
She thought to herself.
At Sir Denise Bailey’s Apartment
After the Award Ceremony at the United Dunforn Republic, Lady Olivia who was on her seventh month had been processing the image of the person she saw at the ceremony and his pictures had refused to leave her memory.
“Could they be related?”
She often thought. One day, she was trying to upload more video clips of the recent concert to keep the Daniel De Pianist page busy, pending when she would be ready for another concert. Then, she began to watch the video all over again searching for a catchy segment. Now, she got to the point where Daniel got off the stage after his opening remarks and ran towards a man instead of walking to his seat. She paused and replayed the segment and exclaimed.
“This is Louis.”
Now, Tim, who thought she was talking to him, walked to her in the couch and said.
“Big cousin, did you talk to me?”
Lady Olivia, who was not aware that she was audible enough to the point that Tim could hear him, was marveled.
“No, Tim. You can go back to your room.”
She dropped her devices on the center table and rested her head on the headrest. Then, she reminisced the discussions she had with Louis about his identity.
‘When he introduced himself as Denise Bailey, I never associated him with Julie Bailey, my school mother.’
Now, she was hysterical, which was inimical to her health. Meanwhile, many thoughts about Louis's identity flashed through her mind.
“But Louis's said that his mother was late, while Julie's mother was alive.”
Nevertheless, the couch was becoming conducive for her, so she got up and walked around the parlor to ease off her irregular contraction, which the doctor told her that she would start to experience from the seventh month. Then, she thought of her husband and the day she met him appeared like a flash.
“Who knows if I had been dead by now if he had not appeared to save me from danger?”
Afterwards, she attempted to take her seat, but she experienced an increase in pelvic pressure and stood up again. Suddenly, she saw her husband in a pull of his blood and some unknown men surrounded him. She shivered and shook her head vigorously, as though she would be able to shake away the ugly thought from her mind through that act. Now, she was sweating profusely as the contraction progressed. Then, she called out to her cousin.
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