Hi guys!

I finally got around to writing! Sorry it took so long, but I had finals all last week and I was trying to really concentrate on those (and Diane Disney Miller died on Monday so I was completely crushed). BUT, I have this entire week off so my goal is to post two chapters this week :) yay!

I would like to beg you all to please do not send me ideas for this story or any other story of mine. I have everything already planned out. Also, please note the rating of the story. K+. I am not going to put any smut in my stories. Any of them. Understand?

Okay. See you at the bottom! :) ~DP55

Four

Etienne

When I woke the next morning, Aurorette was staring over me, blonde ringlets hanging right above my face.

"Aurorette? What are you doing?" I groaned, propping myself up on my elbow.

"Just making sure you're still here," she grinned, bouncing away from me. For a nineteen year old, she sure acted like she was younger than me. "You have a dress fitting soon, for your ball gown."

"Great," I muttered, flopping back down on the pillow and squeezing my eyes shut.

"Come on, Mag, get up. Kelsey made a fantastic breakfast, your favorite…"

"Goodnight, Aurorette."

"Fine. Then you won't have any breakfast, which will make you look horrible at the ball on Saturday. Everyone will wonder why you look so ill—"

"And I will tell them it is because my sister would not let me sleep." I was sitting up now, squinting at her.

"That's more like it!" She giggled. "I'll leave you to get dressed. Be in the east dining room in fifteen minutes." East dining room? I sighed and rose, going to the armoire and opening it, looking through the different colored dresses before finally settling on a decent rose gold colored dress.

I wandered through the long halls after dressing, absolutely confused as to where to go. East dining room… which way was east? The estate was laid out like an estate, but I had no idea which way was east.

"Lady Magnolia, shouldn't you be at breakfast?" A blonde-haired girl, no older than fifteen, in a rust-colored dress with a fraying apron approached me curiously.

"Oh—I…yeah, I should." I gulped. "Who are you?"

"I'm Lydia, one of your mother's maids. It's all right that you don't know me, I'm relatively new."

"Oh, no, forgive me for not…do you know where the east dining room is? I feel so stupid for not knowing where it is, I mean, it must be in the east, am I right?"

"It's all right, Lady Magnolia, I can show you where it is. Are you looking forward for your parent's return this afternoon?"

"Uh… yes. Yes, I am, actually. It seems like forever since I've seen my mother, and I am looking forward to it." I was lying—I was actually terrified—what if Lady Melisande figured me out, what if she could tell I wasn't really her daughter?

"I'm sure she will be just as pleased to see you as well, m'lady." Until she found something that differed me from Lady Magnolia… then I would probably be imprisoned until the real Lady Magnolia was found.

"Oh, there you are, Mag!" Aurorette smiled when I entered the east dining room, "I was beginning to think you weren't going to come and I would have to tell mother that you didn't listen to me and so therefore you would look awful at your own ball, what a silly idea, don't you think? You ought to start listening to me more, Magnolia, and I'm glad you showed up…" I stopped listening at this, nodding my head as if I was actually understanding her. "Oh, but Magnolia, the ball is in a few days, you really—" the door to the dining room opened with this, and Lydia stood there, beaming.

"Ladies Aurorette and Magnolia, your mother and father have arrived." I turned to look at Aurorette again and she was grinning.

"Mother!" She squealed, standing and rushing past Lydia. "Come on, Magnolia!" I stood, not as quickly as Aurorette, and followed her to the front door I had been dragged through only yesterday.

"Ah, Aurorette, how is my lovely young lady?" Lady Melisande, a tall woman with her golden brown hair tucked into a bun atop her head smiled as Aurorette slowed to a walk and approached her. She noticed me seconds later, creeping slowly in their direction. "And Magnolia, my sweet girl."

"Good morning, Mother," I hugged her before turning to Lord Reynard, "Good morning, Father."

"Good morning, Rora, Maggie," he said as he hugged Aurorette and I.

"How was your trip, Father?" Aurorette asked, taking up Father's arm in hers.

"Grand as ever," he smiled through his thick whiskers at his daughter, "New York is the busiest city in the United States of America, but it sure is beautiful."

"Why were you in New York?" I asked, and everyone stared at me as if a giant bird had landed on my head.

"On holiday, of course. You remember New York, don't you, Maggie?" Reynard asked and I stared at him, expressionless.

"Yes…yes, I do, Father. How could I forget it? I loved that trip."

After a somewhat awkward first meeting of Grand Lady Melisande and Grand Lord Reynard, I wandered back to Magnolia's—my—bedroom, when I crashed into Tintin.

"Nollie!" he said loudly, but I clamped my hands over his mouth and glared at him.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed, releasing my grip, "Be careful what you call me. To everyone here I'm Mag or Maggie."

"Sorry, dear. I…I need to talk to you. Alone."

"My room," I sighed, "Nobody goes there." I lead him to my room before sitting down on my bed and peering at him curiously. "Have you found any trace of her yet? Any clue?"

"Not quite yet, darling. Have you come up with any other suspicious people besides the two men I found?"

"No, no, not yet—though I suppose I'll find at least one person at this silly ball in my honor Saturday," I scoffed. "Magnolia. What a horrendous name!"

"Yeah, well it is a pretty flower—like you." I smiled and leaned in to kiss him just as the door burst open.

"Lady Magnolia it's time for t—oh! What on earth are you doing?" I froze, realizing how bad this must look to Adamaris.

"I—I was just having a… a staring contest… with the journalist!" I pulled back from Tintin, cheeks flushing.

"Well then, forgive me for intruding, m'Lady, but it's time for tea, and Lord Etienne does not like to be kept waiting!"

"Lord Etienne?" I squeaked, and she stared at me. "Right, then. Let's go." I nodded, standing and following her. Once she was out the door, I spun around and curtseyed to Tintin. "I'm sorry," I mouthed and he winked and mouthed back, "I love you."

Lord Etienne was a stuck-up, arrogant, good-for-nothing rich boy, who had to have his tea in a specific manner or he wouldn't touch it, whose shoes had to be shined before he wore them, and who spoke in the most annoyingly perfect British accent. Oh, and one more thing about the snob: he's Lady Magnolia's fiancé.

"Magnolia," he said tightly as I entered and curtseyed, "I heard you ran off again." I was beginning to reply when he cut me off. "How silly of you. Something could've happened to you."

"I know, but I just needed a bit of fresh air, and—"

"No excuses," he cut me off, and as I began to protest he cut me off again. "I said no excuses, Magnolia. If you intend on keeping our engagement so tour family can thrive, you will not make any excuses to me. Ever." Dead silence. His teacup clattered against the saucer.

"So how are you, Etienne?" I squeaked, and he glared at me. My stomach clenched. Had I said something wrong?

"You're speaking out of turn," he growled, sipping his tea, and I held my breath, "How very like you. Always speaking out of turn, always looking like a complete fool. And as for your question—" he sipped his tea again, "We both know you don't care, Magnolia, so why even bother?" He looked at the clock that hung above the bookshelf behind me. "I must go. Good afternoon, Magnolia." He was up and had gone before I could even question his ways. I sighed and went up to my room, where I stayed for the rest of the day, reading Magnolia's diary.

Later that evening, I was sitting at the vanity, brushing my hair, when I noticed two men appear in the doorway. "Good evening, Lady Magnolia," one of them sneered.

"I did not invite you to my room," I said sharply.

"We heard about your recent uh—how do I say this—kidnapping, and wanted to make sure you are all right." it was as he said this when I noticed the knife in his hand.

I stood up quickly, still gripping the brush. "Guards," I choked, "help." they advanced towards me and I stepped backwards, knowing once they had me against the wall they would kill me. With every step in my direction, my cries for help grew louder, until I decided it was unhelpful to call for the guards, as they had proved they were not coming. "Somebody," I whispered, "Tintin!" I shrieked, bewildered I had actually called for him.

"Nobody's coming, Lady Magnolia," one of them cackled, "Nobody ever comes."

Just as I was about to shriek for Tintin again, I was saved.

"HEY!" The two men parted to reveal Tintin, standing in the doorway, completely unarmed. Snowy snarled at them. "What are you two doing here? It's my turn to take her back to the hideout," said Tintin, "Go on, get! This may be my only chance." the two men scurried from the room and I, shaking, sunk to the floor. He stared at me for a moment before moving to my side, where he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "You okay?" I didn't answer, still too afraid to speak. His arms tightened around me.

"They—they were going to kill me," I finally had the strength to whisper, "they were going to kill me… because they thought I was Lady Magnolia. I-I don't want to do this anymore. I want to go home."

"Sweetheart—"

"No, I don't-I can't do this anymore… I can't. I'm leaving. I'm going home." I began to stand but he held me down, unmoving.

"Sweetheart, give me one more day. Just one, please," he murmured in my ear, "I've found where they're keeping her and I should be able to get in tomorrow morning."

"I have to…no. I have to go home, Tintin. I can't stay here anymore. I can't keep pretending to be someone I'm not." I had gotten up and moved over to Lady Magnolia's bed, where I sat down and looked at him, shaking my head. "If you don't come back with her tomorrow, then I'm going home." He got up and sat next to me on the bed. After awhile I grew tired and laid down, he did the same, so we were laying on Magnolia's bed, staring at each other. Eventually, I drifted off to the edge of consciousness, and I felt the bed shift as he got up to go. My eyes fluttered open and I reached for him feebly. "Please don't go," I mumbled, trying to sit up and go after him, but instead falling back onto the bed, "Please don't…go."

"I have to go, Nollie. I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."

"But what if they come back—"

"I'll find some guards to watch your door."

"Please don't go…"

"Goodnight, Nollie," he leaned over to kiss me, "I'll see you tomorrow, when I bring Lady Magnolia home. Then we'll go."

Hello again! Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I actually wrote it in pieces. The part with Lord Etienne was actually the very first part written for this story... Back then, he was Lord William and the servant who catches Tollie's almost-kiss was named Elizabeth. Want more fun facts about the stories, and want to know what's happening in my life and when the next chapter is going to be posted? Follow my tumblr: tintinnollie . tumblr . com (just take out the spaces)

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