Hey, everyone. This is what I have been working of for about two days now. The story hit me and I had to write it. I hope you like it. Review and favourite it.

(Disclaimer: I own Nicola, Helena and whoever else you don't know.)

CHAPTER ONE

Nicola Paulson never found herself staying in one place for a long time. Both of her parents moved around a lot. Her father being a lecturing professor and her mother owning business after business. Her parents had divorced when she was only five and from that time on it seemed her parents never wanted to be in the same country and sometimes the same continent.

Her father had recently remarried and moved to South Africa. Nicola had spoken to her mother, Helena. She had told her that her move to Italy two months ago was going to be permanent and business was actually booming instead of failing for once. She also had one steady customer who would buy several flower arrangements every few weeks for their large home. Helena said she had only ever met the secretary, but the money was enough to snuff out any wonder about the check writer.

Nicola had settled into her new room that was part of the apartment above her mother's flower shop. School would not be starting for about four months, so she would be helping her mother until then. Unfortunately, the unknown patrons had put in an order for a big party. This meant big money, but no time to do it.

'You might be pulling an all nighter with me,'Helena had told her.

After unpacking the most necessary things Nicola slid down the stair well rail.

'Would you not do that,'Helena hit her daughter with a bunch of roses.

Nicola laughed and looked through the pictures her mother had set out,'How many?'

'Twenty of each,'Helena responded.

'That's eighty, how big of a house do they have?'

'Gianna, that's the secretary, told me that they live in the castle. I said I wanted to go on a tour because I hear they do that, but she said that she would give us a personal tour.'

They worked for a few hours in silence. Helena was the first to speak,'I'm glad you decided to live here. I know it's not like when your father and I were together in England, but I plan on staying here. As long as this family keeps ordering from me, well, us now we don't even need any other business.'

'You might have a successful business for once,'Nicola smiled.

The sun was coming up and Nicola was asleep with her head resting on the work table. Jet lag and working all night did not go well together. Nicola awoke when she heard the door bell. It was Helena.

'I got some coffees,'her mother smiled to her.

'Thanks,'Nicola rubbed her eyes,'When is all this supposed to be picked up?'

'In a few hours.'

Those hours passed and Gianna came with some men to pick up the seemingly endless amount of flowers. Nicola assisted them with putting each arrangement in the van that was provided by the family.

'How do you like it here?'Gianna asked.

'Well, I have been working since I got here, so I'll have to let you know next time you come,'Nicola answered.

Gianna nodded,'Well, I know there are people trying to give tours of the castle today, so if someone approaches you just tell them who your mother is.'

With that, Gianna and the men left. Nicola was confused as to why a simple tour of a castle was so discouraged, but there was probably reason enough and curiosity has killed several cats.

Nicola poked her head into the shop,'Mum, I'm going to walk about. Do you need anything?'

Helena shook her head,'No, I'm going to take a nap. Last night was a bit much.'

With that Nicola began a walk, not knowing where anything was or who she would meet.