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19 May 2018 | Prince George of Cambridge, Jasper Dyer, Princess Charlotte of Cambridge, Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, Jessica Mulroney, Ivy Mulroney and Florence van Cutsem arrive at the wedding of Prince Harry and Ms. Meghan Markle at St George's Chapel at Windsor Castle in Windsor, England. © Jane Barlow - WPA Pool/Getty Images

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Anna: Why mornings? Why is the world built around morning people?

Jasper: Capitalism.

Anna: Shitty reason.

Jasper: Won't argue with that.

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Retratos oficiais, sessões de fotos e afins: 89 / ∞

Retrato oficial do Casamento de Príncipe Harry de Gales e Meghan Markle. Tirado por Alexi Lubomirski no Green Drawing Room do Castelo de Windsor | 19.05.2018 Na foto: (da esquerda para a direita): Zalie Warren; Brian Mulroney; Remi Litt; Princesa Charlotte; Rylan Litt; Príncipe Harry; Meghan, a Duquesa de Sussex; Jasper Dyer; Príncipe George; Florence van Cutsem; Ivy Mulroney; e John Mulroney.

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Georgette later joined the others as they enjoyed the warm outdoors.

"I'm glad Henrietta's troubles are resolved," Anna told her and the other. "Can't help but feel like something is missing, though."

"Well, traditionally speaking, if something ends with death, it's a tragedy. No one died today, though," Jasper mused.

"Don't curse it into existence," Rachel chided from where she was suntanning.

"Yeah, we've had enough of morbid stuff already," Candace agreed.

As if on cue, Clarice and Mario arrived.

"Bonjour! We have an announcement to make. Mario and I have been talking and... we're engaged!" Clarice announced.

"Is that so?" Georgette got up and turned around to take a good look at the beaming couple. "Mario, do you promise to take good care of my granddaughter?"

"Wouldn't dream of anything else, madame. She makes me want to be a better person."

"In that case, I can only give approval."

"And I believe, now this story is officially a comedy?" Isobel asked, half joking.

"You know what? I'll take it," Marcus agreed.

The others agreed. All is well that ends well.

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The next morning, the group was woken up somewhat early by the sounds of something heavy being moved and by directions given in French.

As it turned out, as soon as it opened, Georgette called the museum and told them she had something for them at the villa.

The museum instantly sent people over. It wasn't every day that they were told there were ancient relics discovered in town!

Waking up earlier didn't bother the group. They all actually slept pretty sweetly tonight. No scary dreams, no strange presence in their rooms, no one got locked out...

"You think she's happy now?" Isobel wondered.

"I think so," Ashton nodded. "Come to think of it, I think I understand why we, the men, were having such a bad time staying in Henrietta's home. If you think about it, the men in her life let her down. Her husband took credit for her actions. Her best friend didn't do enough to investigate her death. Even the worst thing she did, trying to poison her husband, was blamed on some old man."

"I get it. I'd become a misandrist too, if I had to go through that," Rachel agreed.

"Same," Jasper agreed. "And I am a man."

"I hope she's in a better place now," Anna wished. "One where she is judged only for what she brings to the table, not the chromosomes she has."

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"How can we help you?" Georgette asked.

"Those relics downstairs. Can you turn them in? Take them to the museum or to the police. Tell them the truth of what happened." Henrietta should have done that decades ago.

"I can do that. I will."

"Your brother, how is he?"

"He's alright. Getting up there a bit. You know how he is - he's always been a worrier. And it's been taking a toll on him for the past few years."

"That's too bad. I think I may have scared him, too. He stopped by some time ago. When that young man was setting the place up."

"You know, Fabian did say he thought something cold touched him when he looked at our old bedrooms. That was you, wasn't it?" Georgette recalled how she told her brother he was imagining things. Oh, how wrong she was! "Anything else we can do?"

"Yes," Henrietta looked upwards. It always took a lot of effort for her to appear like this, and she was exerting more of it now. She was beginning to fade.

"I understand, Mom. I'll take care of that, too. I know you've never liked it."

"Thank you. Thank you..."

And then she was gone, leaving only a tearful Georgette and a fading purple fire in her stead.

"That thing upstairs?" Isobel asked, while the others were trying to process witnessing such a major haunting.

"The portrait," Georgette explained knowingly. "She always hated it."

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No sooner did she say that the room was cold, the lights in the whole house went out and the flames in the fireplace turned a cold purple color.

"Does this usually happen here?" Georgette asked.

"We did tell you this place is haunted," Clarice told her.

"I'm a little confused, though," Candace chimed in a little too nonchalantly. "Why are we being haunted now? Didn't she want people to find out what happened? Wasn't that the whole point of haunting this place?"

"My mother did always have a flair for dramatics," Georgette admitted. "Isn't that right, Mom? You're here, aren't you?"

And she was.

Georgette was always the first one to tell people that ghosts weren't real and were simply easily explained phenomenons of scientific factors.

Well, that won't work anymore, she thought. Because, clearly ghosts were real and her mother was one.

"Mom?"

"Georgie?"

Could ghosts cry? Because it certainly looked like Henrietta was crying.

"It's ok, Mom. It's ok," Georgette reassured her.

"No it's not. I was angry. And I wasn't thinking clearly. And I hurt all of you."

"And you've paid for it dearly," Georgette told her. "How long have you been here like this?"

"Since that cursed day," Henrietta admitted. "I should have poured that stupid wine out."

"Oh well. Hindsight is always perfect, isn't it?" Georgette knew all too well.

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"Things were a mess after Mom's death," Georgette concluded her tale. "Dad was desolate and we were pretty lucky that Etienne, Antoine, and Samantha were there to hep us. After they brought us back from boarding school, we stayed in Paris with them. In fact, we never moved back here to this house."

"There was a small investigation. I now think it was so small because the wine that contained the poison was the same sort as the one the Mayor brought over that day, maybe he wanted to distance his name from a potential murder?"

"Dad ended up showing those threatening letters to the police," Georgette chuckled. "And I guess they didn't have reason to believe they were fake. But of course, they didn't see Mom's diary, they wouldn't have had reason to suspect foul play from the victim herself! It was concluded that it really was an old military enemy who brought the poison into the house. After all, Mom and Dad were well-known as wine aficionados, so it made sense for someone to come at them from that direction. It probably didn't help that Etienne felt so guilty over publishing that damn book - he really thought he brought that misfortune upon us. And he blamed himself for it publicly, even stopped more copies from being published."

"That was great uncle Etienne, right?" Clarice clarified. "Didn't he and great-grandpa Pierre have a falling out?"

"They did."

"After Mom's death, Etienne and Antoine were worried about us. If an old enemy killed Mom, what was stopping him from coming after us? So, they did their best to find that old Nazi man who was suspected of poisoning the wine." Georgette paused and her expression became painful.

"And?" Clarice urged.

"And they found him. Or rather, what happened to him - the man died shortly before my brother was born, due to natural causes and plain old age. He could not have been the one terrorizing my family even if he really wanted to! So, naturally, Etienne became suspicious of Dad. So was I. I was in my late teens at that time. I was not supposed to hear the conversation between them, but I did. Etienne straight up asked if Dad faked the whole thing to kill Mom. Of course, Dad denied it and called Etienne crazy. Ever since then, I wasn't sure what to believe. After all, their relationship was on the rocks before it all happened..."

"I'm so sorry it all went that way," Jasper told her quietly.

"It was a mess, indeed," Isobel nodded.

"You didn't have anything to do with those events. In fact, thank you for finding this diary. It answered so many questions."

Georgette stood up, trying to warm herself up a little bit. There was a fire burning, but she felt so cold.

"Why is it so cold in here?" she asked. "It is, isn't it?"