Author's Note: As promised, the fourth chapter of Forget Me Not. Sorry, I would've updated yesterday, but my mom's house doesn't have Wi-Fi :(

This chapter contains the return of a very important character, who is my personal favorite on PLL. Also, just a quick fun-fact, in everything that I write, I find a way to include myself, almost like my re-incarnations kind of thing. Can you guys guess who I am? (Hint: she DOES appear in this chapter, and she will appear in future chapters)


Chapter Four

"What do I say, Alison? 'Hey, I'm your daughter'? I'll sound like a certified lunatic," Dianna said, only half-joking.

"Be yourself, Di. Do you really think, if he's a good person, he's going to care about what you have to say? He'll be exited at the thought of his real, live daughter standing in front of him. You have to go with your gut feeling on this," Alison encouraged.

Dianna took baby steps forward to the building. At this point, she wasn't sure if it was his office or his personal home. But, honestly, she didn't care. She was meeting her father.

She hesitated before knocking on the door. Again, she lifted her hand to knock softly. She finally mustered the strength to do it. Alison smiled on the inside. They both waited…and waited…and waited. She soon realized (and felt stupid when she did) that the door was open; it must've been his office.

A small framed, anal-looking woman sat behind the secretary's desk. She was wearing a purple blouse, a black pencil skirt, and her brown hair pulled back into a tight bun. She wore black cat-eye glasses. "Can I help you?" she asked sweetly as Alison and Dianna.

Dianna wouldn't answer. She became awfully shy about these things. Also, not anything inherited from Spencer. Alison jumped to her help. "We're here to see Toby Cavanaugh?"

The woman nodded, not at all alarmed by this. "Mr. Cavanaugh is out. He should be back in about fifteen minutes. Would you like to wait in his office?" she asked.

Alison nodded. "If it isn't too much trouble."

"Not at all. Please follow me."

The woman walked the girls into the back, into Toby's office. They sat down in the chairs in front of his desk, which was adorned with blueprints, rulers, and pencils. The corner was littered with crumpled up paper, most likely botched or unreasonable plans.

"I'll send him in as soon as he comes back," the woman declared.

Alison sat, examining her nails. Dianna just stared at her shoes.

"What do I say, Alison?" Dianna finally asked.

"You just have to be blunt about it. There's no sugarcoating. You don't tell him, you rest assured that I will. And you know I will," Alison warned.

Dianna gulped at the prospect. Her stomach was doing a thousand somersaults a minute. She felt sick. A tiny part of her regretted even coming to Philly with Alison. But most of her just wanted him to walk in any minute.

Suddenly, they heard the front door open and close. They both snapped up.

"Is that—"

"It must be."

Both girls readied themselves for what was now inevitable. Dianna straightened her already impeccable posture. She smoothed out the front of her shirt. She patted down her hair, which she figured had gotten frizzy at this point.

Finally, the door opened, and standing before her was the one and only Toby Cavanaugh.

"Mr. Cavanaugh? I'm your daughter," Dianna announced. She looked at Alison, who nodded.

"I'm Dianna."


"I don't know how you like your world language class, but my teacher makes her French lectures riveting. And she's lobbying to take all of us in her AP French class to France for a week over Spring Break. She says that the best way to learn a foreign language is to visit the country. She said her parents sent her to France every year for a month over summer vacation," Selena explained to Analeigh, who was not listening, except to that last bit.

"Mind if I sneak in your suitcase? Not to better my French. But I hear that France has some very cute guys and I need a leg-up on next season's haute couture," Analeigh explained. Selena gave her a scolding look. "What? It's really important, Selena. I have a status to maintain."

Selena rolled her eyes and went back to her French class. "I'm just really glad I don't have Mr. Bonacieux this year. Ms. Hastings is definitely a step-up."

Analeigh's head snapped up at the mention of a "Ms. Hastings".

Selena didn't notice this. She instead glanced down at her watch. "It was really nice seeing you, Leigh. But I really have to go."

Analeigh looked at her desperately, not wanting to be alone after realizing her mother may be so close. "Where are you going?"

"Ms. Hastings wants us all to meet. We're watching a French movie at the foreign movie theater. I think it's 'To Kill a Mockingbird' done in French," Selena explained.

"I love 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. Can I come with?" Analeigh inquired hopefully.

"Since when do you—"

"Come on, Sel. We're going to be late," Analeigh said, grabbing the tiny girl by her wrists and leading her out the door.


When they arrived at the theater, Analeigh saw about ten other French students. She also saw the same woman who worked as a cashier in the store she and Olivia had gone to earlier.

Selena cut through the small crowd and dragged Analeigh to Ms. Hastings. "Hi, Ms. Hastings," she said, getting Ms. Hastings' attention.

Spencer turned to Selena, utterly surprised to see Analeigh again. "Hi, Selena. And this is…?" she inquired, obviously referring to Analeigh.

Analeigh was crestfallen. So she doesn't recognize me.

"This is my friend Analeigh. She's taking French at Rosewood Prep, and I told her that we were going to see this movie in French. I also told her about your whole mantra of speaking the language to learn it," Selena said smiling.

Spencer nodded slightly. "Well, you'll have to pay for your own ticket, and I hope you'll be able to get the gist of it all if you've taken conversational French before. But I'm glad that Selena knows someone else who's as eager about the language as she is," Spencer said. She was a Hastings, so her outer layer was icy.

Unfortunately, Analeigh didn't know her that well, and took this as an icy statement from who she was sure was her birth mother.


"I'm sorry, Sweetheart. You couldn't be—"

"But I am," Dianna offered tentatively.

Toby looked confused. "No, it can't be. It happened—"

"Nearly seventeen years ago? Next Saturday is my seventeenth birthday. I'm really your daughter. My name is Dianna Ava Cavanaugh," Dianna said, trying to emit more confidence.

She wasn't sure whether the look on her father's face was of sheer surprise, rage, contempt, or excitement. She understood if he was angry, but she hoped and prayed after going through all this trouble, he wouldn't be angry or contemptuous.

The look on his face read that he was anything but.

"Please say something," Dianna pleaded.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't be there for you. I didn't want to give you up for adoption…but your mother…she's the smarter one," Toby explained cryptically.

Suddenly, the small secretary gave Toby a message via the telephone. "Mr. Cavanaugh? Denise Lynch is here to see you," she said monotonously.

Toby turned sympathetically to Dianna. "I'm sorry. I need to let this woman in. Can we meet later?"

Dianna gave the slightest of smiles, nodding. Toby wrote down the address to a restaurant on a slip of paper. Somewhat hesitantly, he handed her the piece of paper. "Please meet me here tonight at seven," he asked politely.

Dianna looked at it. Hinge Café, 2652 E Somerset Street, 7 PM. For a moment, she contemplated clutching it to her heart, just to make sure this moment was real. It was something she really dreamed about for her entire life. But she didn't think it would be like this. "I'll be there," she answered, breaking the silence.

Reading kindness in his eyes, she was glad when he smiled. Alison and Dianna quickly showed themselves their way in Rosewood, Pennsylvania, Spencer and her students were standing outside the foreign theater, about ready to part. Analeigh had just sat through Ne tirez pas sur l'oiseau moqueur, an extremely boring rendition of To Kill a Mockingbird in French. She didn't do it for nothing. She had done it to get closer to her mother.

"I have to go, Analeigh. Want me to walk you back home?" Selena asked.

"No, it's okay. I wanted to meet someone at the coffee shop after, anyway," Analeigh insisted.

"Are you sure? It's no trouble." At this point, Analeigh wanted to smack Selena in the face for being so persistent. She had her birth mother to meet.

"Positive. You, go, Selena," Analeigh urged. Selena walked away without another word.

Soon, it got to the point where only Spencer and Analeigh were standing outside. Spencer broke the silence.

"Were you the girl at my friend's store the other day? Ali's Secrets?" Spencer inquired, carefully.

"That was me," Analeigh answered laconically.

"And your name is Analeigh, right?"

Analeigh nodded. "You're Spencer Hastings, right?"

Spencer was taken by surprise. "How did you know my—"

Analeigh finally turned to Spencer. "You're my birth mother, aren't you? I'm Analeigh Maria Rose. That was the name you gave me, wasn't it?"

"It was your father," Spencer blurted out. "Your father gave you the name Analeigh. I settled on Maria. And Rose is obviously from your real mother and father," Spencer said, tapering off.

Analeigh looked a little saddened by Spencer's slight edge in her voice.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this. I'm so sorry, Analeigh," Spencer apologized. She paused as she was readying herself for leaving. "You plan it out so many times...fantasize it in your head, and it ends up so differently," Spencer whispered to herself.

"Did you regret it? Giving me up for adoption?" Analeigh was certainly curious to know, but not knowing whether she was stepping into shark-infested waters.

"No," Spencer answered, seemingly convinced. Analeigh was crestfallen. "Then yes. And no again." Analeigh took a deep breath, hoping it would expel all of the pain she had inside her heart right then. "And then, so, so much. I realized giving you up for adoption may have been the biggest mistake in my life, Analeigh. I missed out on so much. And when I decided that I was ready to move on…to have a family, or at least try to, I found out. I can't have another baby. When I was pregnant with you…there were…complications. I can't have children again," Spencer explained sadly.

The inexplicable, heartbreaking look on Spencer's crestfallen face was able to jerk tears from anyone's eyes. Analeigh wanted to reach out and hug her, just to tell her that she was here.

"And I loved your father so much…I couldn't even see you, but I knew that you were amazing because of him," Spencer explained vaguely.

"What do you mean?" Analeigh asked shyly.

"Your father was…something else. He had stars in his eyes all the time. He was an amazing, gentle, patient person, and I'm…not. I just hoped that you, wherever you ended up, had those qualities of his and not of mine," she answered. Analeigh gave a tiny smile.

"Can we talk about this? Over coffee or dinner or something? Anything?" Analeigh said, trying to contain the desperation in her eyes. And at that moment, Spencer saw Toby in her eyes.


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