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Four POV

I was already locking myself in my room when I heard my dad come up the stairs.

"Tobias! Tobias, We are having guest for dining. You get ready now."

"Yes, sir I am ."

"Good." I could hear his voice and feel my body shaking. Calm yourself... I continuously repeat.

I quickly pull on a pair of black suit pants and a white dress shirt and a black suit coat to match the black pants. A black tie was layed neatly on my bed and I put it on. I comb through my hair and fixed it exactly how my mom used to. I look in the mirror. I no longer look like Four- The badass that rode a motorcycle to school. I looked like Tobias Eaton- the son of a rich man,that is well behaved and goes about learning from his father. I keep staring at the stranger in the mirror.

"Who am I?"

I forced myself to grow back my outershell as I sigh. My barriers put up and every emotion, thought, expression, fear they're all tucked away. I look again at the mirror .

Who could be our guests? Was the last thought to be locked up behind the walls.

BEATRICE POV

"Beatrice! Get ready we're meeting with one of dad's old friends."

"Who is it exactly?"

"Oh Marcus Eaton."

I drop my book on the floor. "Oh crap no."

"Honey please dress a little more formal. " my mom yells from downstairs.

"O-Okay!"

I pace my room I can't do this. Marcus Eaton?! I realize that I'm beginning to hyperventilate. "Deep breaths." and I think.

A plan starts to form and grow and flourish as I prepare for this "under-cover" mission. I pull out a black cocktail dress my mother bought me a few days ago and I decided it was a fine choice. I slid on a pair of black heels and decided to apple only the tiniest bit of makeup then deemed myself ready.

We all met downstairs qith the surprise of my father standing in the doorway.

"Dad!" Me and Caleb cry out in unison. We give him the biggest hug yet ,and I run upstairs to tell my mother .

"Beatrice, please fix your hair."

I sigh and grab a curling iron and begin the long process of wrapping my hair and holding it and release. Wrap, hold, release, and repeat. Finally after lots of work I finish it off with twisting the hair on either side of my face and pin them back.

"Good enough?" I enquire my mother. She gives an approving nod. After around one hour we finally leave. Turns out the giant mansion was on the other side of the block but it held not much land. Seemed to me it was just the mansion. My father explains the rest of the land is scattered around and that likes variety. We walk towards the front door and are greeted by a maid and butler. I try to stay calm as I take in the large room with shiny, waxed floors and the bright, eye-catching chandelier.

"This way." One of the maids told us and we followed.

"Andrew!" A gruff voice greets my father and I look at Marcus Eaton. He had a darker shade of blue eyes and his black hair was gray with a few streaks of black left. He was smiling and another figure stood behind him. It seemingly was afraid to show itself, I could already tell.

"Marcus, how are you?" The two men shake hands and smile at each other. Marcus stepping out of the way I saw the figure.

I drop my purse and phone and I just stare wide eyed.

This can't be...

Four POV

I didn't want to face my father's friends and coworkers , not one bit. So I stood behind him while he greeted them, but then I hear a thud on the ground.

"Tobias, go and pick that up for the younge lady." my father asks politely , but I could see the monster right through his eyes so I ran over and picked up the phone and purse that belonged to the daughter of Andrew.

"Here you are,Miss Prior," I didn't look into her eyes and I didn't even glance at her face. Not until she grabbed my hand as she was receiving her things.

"Four." She whispered.

My eyes widened at her voice, but luckily I was the only one that heard it.

"Miss Beatrice." I had to watch my mouth before my father had any ideas. Funny though how her mother and brother couldn't really recognize me. I look at Beatrice in the eyes and back at her family.

We spoke with our eyes.

How come they don't recognize me? I look at her mom.

I don't know. She shrugs

We stop there as my father led us to the dining room.

"Please make yourself comfortable!" Marcus is as cheery as ever. If he ever was. My thoughts interrupted as my father arranged us.

"Please Andrew and Natalie seat on my right and Beatrice and Caleb to my left and son sit down next to Miss Prior."

I was pale he could tell , as I slowly seated myself next to beatrice.

I looked at her as she tried to cool down with a glass of water.

Why is she here?