PEARL OF THE RIVIERAWritten by
Era

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THE PEARL, THE MUSEName: Darcine Bellando De Castro
Sobriquet: Darcy
Date of birth: 24th October 1994
Pronouns: She/Her
Civil Status: Single
Residence: Based in MonacoCurious, still?

EXT. MONTE-CARLO HARBOUR - DAY. 2025.A classic, sleek Streets of Monaco yacht wavers in the glorious Mediterranean light. Tourists mill out and about, cameras in hand, but all orbs are ever so drawn to a figure who is casually leaning against its polished rail.DARCINE BELLANDO DE CASTRO OR DARCY (30s) — our heroine—tall, born elegant, designer (not that she minds) sunglasses. Linen trousers. No bag. No destination. The kind of woman who never has to explain where is off to or, well, why she isn't.She watches Monaco pass by her. Restless. Driven. Clamorous. Sometimes, gaudy.Unsurprisingly so, Darcy is none of those things.A subtle smile tugs by the seams of her lips as—

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THE PAST. INT. GRAND TOWNHOUSE — CHRISTMAS MORNING. 2000.Warm light. Pine needles. Velvet ribbons. A tree too tall to be practical.DARCY (6) sits cross-legged on a checkered rug, wrapped in oversized pajamas, staring up at her mother like the story is only meant for her.Her MAMAN (30s) — ever so graceful, soft-spoken, undoubtedly wealthy — kneels beside her frame and places a small velvet box atop Darcy's small hands.

MAMAN
You shall only open it when you're ready.YOUNG DARCY
But Maman... what if I'm not ready today or tomorrow or-Her maman chortles — as if that's the best response be given.MAMAN
It will wait for you, my darling Darcy.Darcy opens the box, nevertheless. Inside: a delicate, diamond-set Caliber 101 bracelet watch.YOUNG DARCY
Does this mean I grow up fast?Her maman laughs, gentle and somewhat musical.MAMAN
Non, ma belle. It means time will never rush you. At least, not on our watch.She clutches the watch around Darcy's wrist.MAMAN (CONT'D)
Darcy, promise me something. Can you do that, sweetheart?Darcy nods, anticipating.YOUNG DARCY
Anything, maman! I can promise you anything!MAMAN
If, heaven-forbid, the world tells you who you must be, listen politely.. and then—
(pauses)
—do what feels right for you.Young Darcy considers the thought very seriously, very carefully.YOUNG DARCY
Even when I don't want to be anything... yet?Her maman presses a gentle kiss on her forehead, smiling.MAMAN
Especially then.

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THE PRESENT. EXT. MONTE-CARLO HARBOUR - DAY. 2025.Darcy glances down at the same diamond-set bracelet watch.Still ticking. Still patient as ever.A steward passes:

STEWARD
Champagne?Darcy nods. He hands it to her without question and in an instant.She watches the harbour again—steady, deliberate; exactly where she wishes to be.Darcy smiles.Time, sweet as ever, remembered her.