"To Mode."
"To Mode."
"To Mode."
They echoes of their voices and the sounds of expensive glass clanking against each other bounces off the exuberantly painted walls. Alexis smiles, the moment for her being reminiscent of when they all had no problems. Daniel eyed is mother carefully, monitoring her alcoholic intake. Claire smirks to herself, victoriously knowing that her children aren't aware that this is her third glass for the day. Their attention is immediately stolen by the blurry picture of a 12 week old fetus that projects itself over the large MODE logo.
Confused, Daniel furrows his eyebrows and wonders aloud. "What the hell is that."
The familiar sound of Wilhelmina's crystal stilettos reverberated off of the back wall and lamented in their ears. Wilhelmina appeared from behind the pristine wall, her dress tightly snug around her trim body which highlighted her now apparent baby bump.
Wilhelmina strutted before the photo and paused, her face a monotonous grimace. "That is a sonogram of my baby..Your father's baby."
Alexis rolled her eyes, her hand now clenching onto her drink for dear life. "What are you talking about?"
Wilhelmina snuck a hand around her stomach and caressed it mischievously. "I'm having your father's child."
Claire's jaw stiffened, her eyes bulging out of it's sockets. "Oh Dear God."
Wilhelmina shrugged. "And I want you to know: My only concern is protecting this baby and giving it everything it deserves."
Daniel, feeling alittle husk on his back, finally spoke. "Yeah..And what would that be?"
Wilhelmina pursed her lips together, a smile never encountering her face. "One third of the Meade Empire."
Claire huffed, downing her drink immediately with no thought.