It was never fun moving, and how Jack had been wrangled into helping out his sister with moving her fashion studio from one corner of Paris to the other, the red head didn't know. It however left a promise of spending time with his favourite pair of lesbians! Now that they had everything in the new studio it was just a matter of opening the boxes. The robots had been placing the last of them around the new place. It was a lot more roomy than the couple's previous. Perfect for the daring fashion couple.
"And there we go," the blonde put a dress form down, rubbing her hands together with a grin, "now we just need to unpack. I thought we'd never be done." Jack laughed at his sister's comment, already a box cutter in the genius' hands.
"Did take us quite a while. But we did get it all moved in. I can't believe how much crap you two owned in that pint sized office. Hey Marisa, where do you want this collection of fabrics," he lifted a few different floral patterns and Marisa pointed in another direction, focusing on unwrapping a painting.
"Oh hey, I forgot we had this," Marisa laughed, turning to show it to her lover, "Manon, Where did you hide this?" The darkly dressed woman dropped the books that had been in her arms, eyes widening as if seeing something the two others couldn't. Walking over to her girlfriend Manon took the painting from her. Jack watched curiously as the woman spoke to herself in French, eying over the piece.
From what Jack saw it looked like a Victorian family that had come from Asia. A woman standing next to a man who had a hand on the shoulder of a young girl that was sitting in a chair playing with a doll. The man had seemed so familiar, but Jack just couldn't tell from where. The genius continued to watch as the Gothic designer put the painting down, watching it as if once she turned her gaze the art work would disappear.
"It's nothing," Manon shook her head before going back to unpacking, "just a really old portrait of my great grandparents," she grabbed back up the books before deciding where to put them, Jack deciding it would be a good time to look over the family.
Upon a second glance there was more the young boy was able to notice. The woman's distinct nose, the man's eyes. Something had still not clicked as to why the family looked familiar. Perhaps it was just some aspects that made his future sister in law. Those eyes though... they seemed so profound that Jack had to scan them a third time, were those slits in the man's eyes? Jack then searched a fourth to confirm his theories. Turning to look over Manon his jaw dropped, how had he not seen this before! It would explain a lot; Her hate talking about her family, the way she cringed when he brought the warlord up.
It all made sense. Manon Fitzroy was not who she said she was. Manon was the child in the book he was reading. Manon Fitzroy was Bao He Young.