A/N: The story is heavily based on Lana's songs so you can already see where this is going. I'm so sorry, you guys, but angst is me right now!
New York
2020
Rose pulled her comfy cardigan tighter around herself, her eyes sweeping over New York torn between winter and spring, half of it lifeless and half of it buzzing with colours. Maybe it was just her mood, Rose hadn't been truly happy for the past five years, no one of them had been and with the media lurking over the broken mess that was their family things weren't made easy.
Their fortune kept growing but everything else kept falling apart. The fact the her ex sister-in-law still tried to support her lifestyle on the said fortune only made Rose's problems bigger. Her daddy had joked once that every time a Ward found their true love they were destined to lose them sooner or later, that silly idea didn't seem so silly anymore. Rose was still young but she felt like a century old.
"Miss Ward?" The velvety male voice startled her, Rose schooled herself and turned to face him smiling softly.
"Call me Rose, please." She said and he smiled in returned.
"If you insist."
Antoine Triplett was an up and coming reporter that build a name of himself because he was from the few people in his line of work that were serious about it. He didn't do gossip, he was respectful towards the people he interviewed and most of all didn't count on lies to get his numbers high. Rose liked that kind of honesty in a person.
She had talked a lot about what she wanted to do with both Tommy and Christian and their father and they all decided that if someone was to bring to light a story like that, that would be Antoine Triplett. That was the only way they would be sure their name wouldn't be dragged through mud and the story would actually reach the audience the way it happened.
"We're all set up if you'd like to start." He motioned towards her living room and the camera guy that was waiting for them.
She really appreciated the way he handled all this, with the respect it deserved. They had agreed in a date kind of thing, just the two of them and the camera, talking like they knew each other for years. She didn't do this to start a fire again (they had enough of that the past few years), no, she did it only because she thought the two people she loved most on this earth deserved to have their story told like it happened and not the a cheap yellow page paper wanted it to be.
"Yes, of course." She nodded and led the way.
They settled side by side, like too old friends sharing a cup of coffee, and he motioned for the camera to start rolling.
"Now, Rose." Antoine's smile put her at easy and she relaxed a bit, settling back against the pillows of the couch. "I'd love to hear everything about Skye and Grant."