Author note: Wow, I got a lot more reviews on the prologue of this story than I got for my other story's three chapters put together…thanks for the reviews guys!
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She stood in front of the mirror gazing at the soft pink dress she was trying on. She felt like a little girl again, happy, carefree, and on a journey. Except that she was thirty-two-years-old. But that was a minor detail.
Satisfied, she took the dress off, folded it, and put it in her suitcase along with a whole assortment of filmy rainbow dresses. Italy in May, what could be better?
Footsteps echoed behind her, and she turned around.
"My Sophie." Her grandmother said softly.
"Grandmere." Sophie responded with a hint of surprise.
"I'm sorry you have to go so soon." Marie Cheval smiled sadly.
"I'll be back soon, grandmere, don't worry." Sophie said without knowing exactly why her grandmother was responding so drastically.
Marie shook her head. "Be careful, my Sophie."
Did she know something Sophie didn't?
"Is there something up?" She asked cautiously.
Marie shook her head again and reached into her pocket. "There is something else your grandfather wished for me to give to you when we met again."
She took her hand out and laid her palm flat. In her hand, there was a locket, made of heavy silver. The surface of it was relatively smooth, without much design or elaboration, but two simple letters: PS.
"Priory of Sion?" Sophie inquired.
Her grandmother shook her head a third time. "No, this is just Princess Sophie."
"It's beautiful." The younger woman whispered, putting out a wistful finger. "Why did grandfather save this for now?"
"He never told me." Marie replied. "The last time he visited-was it ten, twenty years ago?-he merely told me that I must give this to Princess Sophie, he said nothing else."
"Thank you, grandmere." Sophie said as her grandmother put the chain around her neck.
"So we can always remember…" Marie's voice broke and she took a moment to compose herself.
"Enjoy yourself, Sophie." She finally said. "You don't need an old woman to hold you back."
Sophie smiled weakly and hugged her grandmother.
I only wish there was a way to tell her.
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Author note: I don't have the Da Vinci Code book right now so there are some minor details that I might change. Just minor stuff, like the day of the year, and Sophie's age.