Cordelia stepped into the walk-in closet of her chic apartment, still figuring out what she should wear today. She bit on her lip all while fidgeting with her black rimmed glasses, subsequently pushing them up and over her head as she walked closer to examine the beading of one of the many blouses she had.
"Mommmmmyyyy," a whine came from the across the room.
"Yes, sweetie?" she chimed, turning around to face her daughter.
Her daughter had straight blonde hair that fell just beyond her shoulders. They shared the same set of bi-colored eyes and the very habit of of biting their lips. She is indeed a Goode, Cordelia thought as she helped her daughter down from the stool that enabled her to reach the clothes she could not reach.
"I don't know what to weaaarrrrr," Julienne cried out again.
It was the first day of school for Julienne who would be entering first grade at the Frances Kollister School, a school for young fine ladies, just down the street from here. It's red brick building stands out amongst the other grey buildings and no doubt, the tuition fees are excruciatingly high. But that was no matter for Cordelia. Her ex-husband, Hank Foxx, was the CEO of Delphi Trust before he died, or you could say, was killed by her mother, Fiona. Hank had left a bunch of money and property after his death to his spouse, who would now never ever need to worry about money.
Fiona and Cordelia are the chairman and vice-chairman of the Robichaux Company, which was a guise for the witches of the city. In the past, it used to run as the sole academy to teach young witches how to control their powers but now, Fiona had expanded it to more than 10 boarding schools all over the country with the main branch in New Orleans run by Myrtle Snow, it now serves merely as the headquarters whereby only huge issues that cannot be solved are reported here.
Her daughter now dressed in a cute white Ralph Lauren polo dress, skipped towards the living room, leaving Cordelia to rush her hair into a ponytail and just throw on a white blouse and a pair of tan cropped pants, grabbing her keys as she hurried into the lift.
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Misty on the other hand, a waitress in a posh restaurant, had scrimped and saved from her monthly income and the occasional generous tips to enrol her daughter in the city's most prestigious school.
One would think she would name her daughter some kind of lowly classes name like Candy, or Apple but her daughter had a beautiful name. Amelie Day. After the french musical she had watched when she first moved into the city, pregnant and alone.
Misty stood in the mirror, Amelie standing in front of her as she thought about how far she had come. She thought about the time she was burnt at the stake when people in her community found out she was a witch. They ordered the men to burn her at the stake, but not before they had… She used her power of resurgence to bring herself back. Shortly after, she moved into the city, only to discover she was pregnant. Amelie came 7 months later and the rest was history.
Here she was now, her daughter in tow as she cycled through the streets of the city, feeling the cool autumn breeze against her cheeks.
"Now, I want ya' ta' look at me in da' eye and tell me ya' won't use ya' magic in school," Misty said as she turned her daughter around to face her.
Amelie pouted but gave a quick nod anyway.
"No breakin' ya' promise, Miss Amelie Day," Misty stated firmly before walking hand in hand with her daughter into the school.
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Their daughters have settled into seats next to one another and began chatting almost immediately. It was like a match made in heaven.
Cordelia navigated her way through the crowd to find the mother of her daughter's new found best friend and she spotted the wild blonde standing against the window pane, hands pressed against the glass, looking longingly at her daughter.
"Hi, I'm Cordelia, and you must be the mother of my daughter's new best friend, I think," the older blonde introduced.
Misty who was clad in a flannel and jeans, was not expecting a lady of such reverence to greet her. She inspected the lady from head to toe. She seemed famous. She even had those signature sunglasses wrapped around her face. Maybe she was a celebrity. A train of thoughts started but she was brought back to earth when Cordelia coughed slightly.
Even though she towered above the other lady, she couldn't help but shrink inside at the aura the lady was omitting.
"How d'ya know that's ma' daughter?" Misty forced out, before Cordelia could assume she was mute or something.
The other mothers who had heard her accent, sneered in disgust and began walking away but Cordelia seemed unfazed by it.
"It's just, it would explain the deep set eyes, and this," she said, gesturing to the messy curls of the younger woman.
Amelie was an exact carbon print of her mother. Thank god she hadn't taken after the monster that had… Misty shivered at the thought of that memory.
Misty was about to say more when she was interrupted by the booming voice, "DELIA! Where's my granddaughter now?"
Fiona had arrived and the crowd had split in two, allowing her to go down the hallway without any trouble.
Cordelia tried to hide her embarrassment. Everyone recognized Fiona. She sighed inwardly as she took off her shades, figuring there was no need to hide now that Fiona had blown her cover.
"Mother," she greeted bitterly.
Now the crowd was in hushed whispers, forming a slight semicircle around the two of them. Misty had silently slipped into the back of the crowd, not wanting to be in any of this.
"It's the Goode family."
"Which one is her daughter?"
"Oh my gosh, is that Fiona Goode?"
"The one with the bi-colored eye of course!"
"Cordelia Goode? Is that her?"
Misty looked at her watch and immediately cursed under her breath. She was late for her shift. She ran out of the school and biked at full speed the whole way to the restaurant.
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Cordelia had just managed to get rid of her mother, but when she turned around, she realised the mysterious wild blonde had disappeared. She tried to locate her once again in the crowd but failed.
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The after school bell rang and students made their way out of the school to the grand steps that lead to the lobby.
Amelie and Julienne walked hand-in-hand as they exited the classroom.
"Mommy!" Julienne screamed when she saw her famous mother walk towards them, "this is my new friend, Amy!"
"Hi, Miss Goode, it's nice to meet ya'" Amelie grinned with a slight accent which was not quite as strong as her mother's.
Just then, Misty walked into the school and spotted her daughter who came running towards her lanky legs, hugging them tightly. Misty looked up to see bi-colored eyes staring back at her and for a moment, she was lost in them.
"Hi again, Miss Goode," Misty addressed.
In the short 6 hours her daughter had been in school, she had found out from her co-worker Kyle about the Goode family and boy were they out of their league. What Kyle hadn't known was that the Goode family had magic blood running in their family too, but they kept it well hidden from the human world. She had found out that the older woman was firstly, a widow, and secondly, a very rich widow.
"Amy and I want to play at my house!" Julie exclaimed suddenly.
Cordelia wanted to say yes certainly but was unsure what the other woman had felt. She threw a questioning glance at Misty, waiting for her reply.
"Why couldn't ya choose someone more normal than her," Misty breathed under her breath to her daughter who was oblivious to her mother's distress.
"I don't see why not, ya?" she huffed, louder this time, giving in to her daughter's pouting face. She could never say no to that face.
And both women were dragged off by their daughters into the tall building just right down the street.
Misty marvelled at the beauty of the neighbourhood. She rarely ever got to go past this district unless she was running extremely late for work. The people that lived here were snobbish, but who could blame them? They were rich.
The two of them walked in silence as their daughters ran ahead of them. Boy, oh boy, what had Amelie gotten her mother into.