Verse One
-Part four
The One That Got Away
Clara sighs deeply as she walks towards her grandmother's room. Her grandmother called her when she was in her hotel room sleeping, she asked why and her grandmother only told her to go back immediately because she has important news to tell her. Her grandmother only knows that she was in Vietnam doing some research about her sister. Clara also said that she wasn't able to find her there.
And so in the morning, Clara contacted her driver and the airport to reserve her a flight to Italy. After packing her things, she left a text message to Kyouya; telling him that she will be going back to Italy, not sure if she will be back or not.
Clara knocks on the door, she heard her grandmother's voice and she opens the door, her heart thumping in her chest.
"You called, grandmother?"
Clara's grandmother, Cleopatra Venice DiCaprio, looked up from her book, her cold stare giving chills at her granddaughter. "Yes, I have." She looked at her granddaughter from head to toe, Clara was wearing a peach soft cowl halter bloussant bodice, paired with a cotton, metal skirt, hiding any and all flaws to create the perfect mix of casual and sexy, strapless bra friendly (did I just advertise? XD). "We will have a meeting in Tokyo tomorrow evening at Livia's sweet and rose."
"What?"
Cleopatra quirked her perfectly arched eyebrow, even at her age she still looks like a 45-year-old woman (Thank you Mary Kay products. Again, I'm advertising!). "What? Was there something wrong, Clarrise?"
Clara gulped, her brown eyes widen in surprise. "Umm.. N-no! Grandmother, I thought you hate Japan."
Her grandmother rolled her eyes, suppressing a sigh. "Marie Clarrise DiCaprio. Thought."
Clara grimaced when she heard her say her full name. Does she really have to use my full name?, she thought. "Grandma?" she used the 'nickname', "Who will we meet?"
Cleopatra sipped from her drink, her eyes narrowing. "The Ootori's."
"Have you called Kyouya?"
"Yes, sir, I have."
In cue, Yoshiro heard a couple of knocks through his door. "You may go now."
The black suited man bowed and left the room. Kyouya, afterwards entered the room wearing his office attire. He looked kinda off and worn out, the first two buttons of his shirt were opened, and his hair was slightly ruffled due to several 'brushing' he made. "Father." he nodded to his father.
"Kyouya." Yoshiro nodded back. "Tomorrow evening we will meet a long-lost friend of your grandfather."
Kyouya cocked his eyebrow. "And that will be?"
Yoshiro narrowed his eyes, his glasses glinting. "The DiCaprio's."