Zach's POV It's safe to say that after a long and thorough discussion with Matt....I- against my better judgment- have decided to give my children's grandmother a chance at making things right. I didn't tell him I'd get in touch with Agatha right away. I told him that I'd have to think about it a bit. But....sigh. I'm not as optimistic as Matt, I don't believe people can change, at least not so late in life. But I couldn't bare the disappointment that I was sure I'd see on Matt's face if I had rejected his efforts. And he has so much hope to make things perfect in this family, which I suppose I should be glad of since he seemed to not have any of it just a few weeks ago when my parents first visited. Speaking of my parents, they are leaving today. Going back to Italy. But a stranger seeing this scene in front of me would think they were going to space."Oh I'm so going to miss you!" My mom coos."Grandma! I can't breath!" Dan exclaims.Francisca giggles at the scene, she was just
Francisca's POV "I'm a thousand years old! You can't kill me!""He is so hot" I say, referring to Stiles."You do realize that this technically isn't stiles right?" Violet asks."But it's Dylan O'brain" I reply.Yes. Violet and I are watching Teen Wolf. And yes I'm in love with Void Stiles. We hear a knock on my door before Matt entires the room. "You alright, girls?" Matt asks.I nod "yup!" Munching on popcorn. Matt smiles and looks at Violet, "your sister is here to pick you up". Violet and I look at each other. I'm confused, I thought her mom was the one who's gonna pick her up. "Oh Um" Violet says "I'll be right there". Once Matt closes the door behind him I turn to my friend. "What is she doing here?" "Picking me up?" Violet replies. I roll my eyes. "Yes, but I thought your mom was going to pick you up". "Yea I thought so too". I narrow my eyes at her "so this is normal?" I ask.Violet blinks at me "why wouldn't it be?" I sigh "are you and your sister on good terms?
Agatha’s POV The day passed with stories and games in the gardens. When the topic of Grandpa Mitchell rose, I smile sadly. "He would have loved to be here and see this-all of us together". It was evident to me now that the kids had no idea of the past. No idea why Zachary disliked my late husband and I, if they know he dislikes us at all. All they know is that we have...drifted apart. That there wasn't any one reason for why we didn't see each other for the past years.I was beginning to relax when Ivan looked at me and asked me a dreaded question. "Sooo, Grandma...how come we never really heard from you or grandpa?" I stiffen at the question and see Francisca look at me with a curious look on her face while Ivan and Dan glance at each other as if sharing a secret. I chuckle "life I suppose, your mother and I weren't really on the best of terms". I hoped it would only be left at that, but alas that was not the case. "We remember you visiting though". Dan states."Yes, I wanted to
Third person POV The pastZach arrived at Donna's fashion agency, his mind racing with questions and worries about Wendy and Francisca's disappearance. As the elevator rose to Donna's top floor office, Zach steeled himself for the confrontation. Though normally even-tempered, the desperation of the last few weeks had taken its toll. The doors opened with a ding, revealing Donna's opulent reception area. Zach went ahead towards the door paying no mind to the protests of Donna's secretary. "Wait sir you can't jus-!" Zach barged into Donna's spacious office on the 30th floor, fuming and taking in the minimalist modern decor and sweeping city views. Donna sat behind her glass desk, typing on her laptop. At the sound of the door, she looked up with a polite smile that faded as she recognized Zach. "Zach, what a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Donna said, a slight waver in her usually composed tone. Zach approached the desk calmly yet with an undercurrent of menace and sat
Francisca's POV I know eavesdropping is wrong. One can't just intrude on someone else's privacy like that. But when that someone doesn't close their door properly, they only have themselves to blame. That was a lot of information to process, what I just heard coming out of Dad's office.Mom's friend.Mom's friend, helped her take me, kidnap me. Why? Did mom give her money to do so? Was it because of a misguided sense of friendship and loyalty? All questions I had swirling in my head as I headed back to the living room where my brothers were. I couldn't hide the conflicting emotions and confusion that were on my face. So, they easily figured out that something happened. That something was wrong. And I told them everything.***We were probably hasty in out decision to come here. It's just that when I told what I told to my older brothers, they were....well, saying that there were upset is an understatement.They wanted to come here, to try and understand everything themselves san
Francisca's POV The door that we thought would get us into Donna's office wasn't actually the door. The actual door is the door, within the door within the door. I'm no architect, but this is some weird building. Donna has another secretary that we apparently have to go through, I swear it feels like we are inside a game, getting through different levels of monsters to get to fight the final boss.Fortunately, Donna's other secretary - who I now know was merely the receptionist called this secretary so we didn't have to make any moves to convince this one to let us through. She just pointed us to the door, which was the final door, thank god. "Do we knock, or..." I say, when we are in-front of the door that would lead us directly to the CEO office before Ivan opens the door, aggressively.I wince. Kinda wish we were a bit gentler than that. Don't want this Donna person to think we were attacking her or anything. Though, I'm not sure that's not the exact vibe my brothers are going
Wendy's POV 6 years ago There is little time. I have to do this now. I have to leave. I have to go with my Francisca and I'll finally be happy. I'm packing my bag right now. I'll soon go to Francisca's room and pack hers. It's a good thing that Zach is on a business trip. He made things a lot easier for me. I finish packing my bag, I don’t bring many things, just the essentials, and I head to Francisca's room. She's sleeping peacefully while I pack her bag. I know that what I'm doing is right. It has to be. I'm not happy here and if I'm not happy then my kids won't be happy. Especially my girl. She's so small and fragile and innocent and if I'm gonna leave, it's not gonna be without her. I've been miserable for years now with Zachary. We fight all the time. I can't remember the last time we had a proper conversation without one of us screaming at the other. So this is for the best. It has to be. I head to Fran's bed to wake her up. "Hey baby," I say softly "it's time
Francisca’s POV 6 years later It’s the last two weeks of summer vacation and Mathew just dropped a bomb on me. “We are moving to New York in a few days, um Brooklyn specifically,” he said. I honestly don’t know how to react to that. So, I only manage to say “what?”. Mathew sighs, sits up straighter, and starts talking again. “I got a job, and it’s a pretty good job, it pays well....and I know it’s gonna be hard for you to change schools and to move to another state but...” he pauses for like 5 seconds then starts talking again. “The company I’m working at is having a bit of a financial crisis and it hasn’t been able to afford to pay our full salaries for two months now and they are beginning to let people off”. He pauses and looks at me. “If I don’t take the job in New York...I’m gonna be out of a job”. He speaks. Mathew is waiting for me to say something, anything. He looks tired, I can see the bags under his eyes. He’s doing the best he can and I’m so grateful for him. He has