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[angiesimbot]

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Dear Diary,

I had another nightmare early this morning. It was the same dream that has bothered me for years but this time there was something about it that was worse. Everything about the dream was more realistic, from the thick gray smoke that covered whatever room I was in, to the warmth of the fire on my skin.  Was this a memory? Was this how I was separated from my parents? I have so many questions and no answers.  Who am I, where am I from?  The  only person who could even begin to answer some of  my questions already passed away 4 years ago. I once believed he was my father because he was the only dad I knew but before he died he called me into his room at the hospital to tell me that I wasn't his daughter and at the age of two their was a women who left me at the doorstep of this house. Could she have been my mother? He said she left a large some of money with me that he hid under the floorboards of his bedroom to save for me when I became older. I need to find it so I can leave this horrible house and find my real family. If by chance I find them and I’m not wanted, I still want to try. The biggest hindrance in my way is that his evil eldest daughter Helena and her boyfriend now occupy that room. I have to find my chance so I can finally be free of this place and and find out who I really am.

Until tomorrow,

Roe

[simsimperial]

Location: Private House of the King and Queen Of Windenburg

Time: Early Afternoon

Queen Inna: Are you sure you can’t stay another day sweetheart, I’m so going to miss this little angel? It’s been such a joy having both of you here for the past two weeks.

Zahara: I’d love to stay with you and dad for another day but I have to return this little one to her father. She asks for him everyday and every time we've tried to video chat, she cries when its time for him to get off . We have to wait until she falls asleep before ending the call.

Queen Inna chuckles “Daddy’s girl”.  “Yes, very much so” Zahara says with a smile.

Zahara: Tobias doesn’t mind though, he absolutely adores her. He is an amazing father. Regardless of how busy he is, he comes in and reads her to sleep every night. They have their own little routine. 

Queen Inna: That’s so sweet. I’m so happy that you and Tobias turned out to be a perfect match for each other. Your happiness is all your father and I have ever wanted for you and your siblings.

 King Nicholas: Darling everything is packed, are you ready to leave?

Zahara: Yes dad, just one moment.

Zahara reaches over and gives her mom a tight hug as if it would be her last. Light tears begin to fall as she buries her face into her mothers shoulder. She loves her new life with her husband and child but a part of her still longs to be with her parents.

Queen Inna: My sweet child, there is need to cry. Your father and I will see you in a month, when we come for the Dynasty Ball. In the mean time stay warm, Ardenia gets way to cold in the fall, I don’t want you getting sick.

Zahara shakes her head “I will.” and her mother kisses her forehead. Before heading out Zahara and Rainya say their goodbyes to her Parents and then they head home to Ardenia.

TO BE CONTINUED... PART 1

[angiesimbot]

BLAIR 

 I clear my throat loudly before taking a step towards the microphone stand as my eyes sweep across the audience before me. My fingers tightly grasp the microphone to stop from shaking and my face burns as I struggle to smile through what would soon be a meltdown if I didn’t get a grip on myself. I then spot Lex standing off center along with Zackary. Both are grinning broadly, and Lex gives me a thumbs up for encouragement. I can read his mind from where I’m standing: Keep it short, smile so that you get more oxygen, speak from the heart and let the rest take over. It was always easy for him to appear confident, even during his lowest moments. He was a chameleon and easily modified his personality to fit any occasion; it was both a gift and a burden in my eyes. I do my best on channeling my husband as I begin. 

“Hello, everyone. I am Blair Hightower, the featured artist of the evening that Galileo’s Gallery  graciously chose to host tonight. I want to start off by apologizing for my lateness—hopefully I won’t be late for my own funeral too!” The crowd gives a few laughs and instantly I feel more relaxed.

“Thank you so much for coming here tonight. I see so many familiar faces in the crowd, some of which have helped me on along during my career from the moment I learned to pick up a paintbrush until now, even after I’ve mastered my craft. Although I’ve had many gallery showings over the years, tonight is very special for me. The theme of my show is Great Works, because I consider these pieces to be the best work I’ve completed in my entire life. I’ve borrowed inspiration from everywhere that you can imagine, but the most significant has come from the mundane moments where I feel at home the most: from flying kites this past summer in Rome with my twin siblings to watching an old movie on a rainy night with my husband, and even from taking bubble baths with my two kids. The world is a beautiful place with never-ending places to explore, but there really is no place that’s quite like home. So without further ado, please grab a glass and some refreshments, and make yourself at home.”  

I give a slight nod to the audience and, as if on cue, applause ripples throughout the venue. I smile as I place the microphone back into the stand before making my way off the stage. Zackary meets me near the stairs and smiles easily as I approach.  

“You done good,” he says. “Couldn’t even tell you were nervous.”

“Thanks. Where’s Lex?” I ask distractedly as my eyes scan the gallery. I hate being far from him. Zack shrugs and mumbles something about Lex going to find a drink. 

“Which reminds me, I have to leave soon. You two showing up late put me a little behind schedule.” 

“Oh? Hot date tonight?” I raise a critical eyebrow as I turn my attention back towards him. Zack was always elusive about his dating life so my interest was piqued.

He laughs and says, “Something like that. Anyway, I’m sure you’ve got people to meet. I hear there’s steak tartare bites at the bar. I guess I shouldn’t expect any less from an event of yours.” 

“No uh, don’t change the subject! Spill!”

“Soon,” Zack laughs. “I will soon.” He gives me a reassuring pat on the shoulder and a wink before heading into the direction of the bar. 

A few moments later, I find Lex entertaining Mayor Rivet and his wife Fernanda, a person whom Lex and I are very familiar with. She was one of many girls Lex had discarded before we had entered into a serious relationship. I ran into her often when visiting town and would always be inundated with fake pleasantries and questions concerning my family that were borderline interrogative. “How old are your kids now? How is Lex? Is your father is town or doing commissions  in Peru? Has your mother married that boyfriend of hers yet?” she’d ask in her shrill voice. My family had a longstanding relationship with Mayor Rivet, beginning with me being forced into stuffy dresses to attend his annual fundraising galas every summer since the age of five. Fernanda always had high expectations so it was no surprise that she’d managed to snag one of the wealthiest men in town.

“Fernanda, lovely to see you,” I say, smiling sweetly. I intertwine my fingers through Lex’s and give him a kiss before shaking Mayor Rivet’s hand. 

“You’ve done some great work here, Blair. Every year you surprise me more and more with your talents,” says Mayor Rivet. “In fact, Fernanda and I were just eyeing the bathtub canvas.” Fernanda nods and smiles as she looks me over, donning an expression I can’t quite place.

“Yes, I so enjoy the delicateness in your pieces. A trait I’m sure you inherited from your father,” she says.

Lex squeezes my hand as if he can read my mind and responds, “There’s no doubt that Bennet is amazing at what he does. Of course some of that natural talent rubbed off on her. But she’s put in a lot of hours to get this far.” He gives me a reassuring smile

“Well, of course,” Fernanda agrees. “It’d be a waste to not develop such a God given talent. That’s why I stand behind your decision to quit photography. Why be among a sea of measly photographers when you be an elite painter, well, one of the elite.” She gives me a wicked smile as the Mayor uncomfortably clears his throat before speaking.

“Now honey, Blair was a great photographer as well. I’m just glad she chose to continue her path of doing something she’s naturally gifted at too.”

“Photography was just a hobby of mine,” I interject curtly, my cheeks burning hotly. I am irritated at her badly veiled jabs that she always seemed to give. I’d resigned to ever winning her favor long ago due to the unspoken rivalry that was always brewing underneath the surface of our interactions because of Lex choosing me over her. Still, tolerating her was a necessary part of the social politicking that came with being a recognized figure in San Myshuno.  

I manage to plaster a big smile on my face before saying, “I tried to carve out my own path in life instead of following behind my father. But I guess you can say that eventually I reverted back to my roots. I like familiar things and people.” I give a little shrug before meeting the eyes of my adoring husband, who was once my high school sweetheart. They were glimmering more than usual tonight, likely due to the gin and tonic he’d downed on the way to the venue and the one he was currently nursing in his hand.

Fernanda gives a noncommittal grunt and says that she’ll have her assistant get in touch with me about the piece. And with a little wave of her skinny fingers, she and Mayor Rivet disappear into the crowd. 

I give a sigh of relief as my husband wraps me into his arms. He gives the side of my neck a small kiss and tells me that I did a good job. 

“In more ways than one, too,” he says, his lips teasing a small grin. 

“Ugh, she’s unbearable. I wonder what she gets out of being so rude?”

Lex’s eyes sweep the perimeter before he leans toward me and whispers, “You know she’s always been jealous of you. Word on the street is he’s been shooting blanks for years. You’d be cranky too if you had to deal with that.” He gives a swirl of his gin before taking a sip. “That’s what happens when you marry an old fuck.”

I wince at his familiar candidness, cognizant of the many important ears that could be eavesdropping. “Be nice.” 

“Hm? I’m always nice.”

“Yeah, to me,” I tease, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

“If you go to the back room with me then I’ll show you how nice I can be,” he whispers. His breath tickles my ear as lust courses through my veins at the mere thought of him inside of me for the second time tonight. I can still feel his cum packed neatly inside the folds of me from our earlier rendezvous. He aroused me too much for me to ever say no to him. 

“They’re going to be looking for me, you know,” I say, biting my lip. “We can’t stay away for long.” 

“As you wish. Lead the way, Mrs. Smith.”