The group sat around the lunch table, recounting their stories of the gallery. The sisters had visited there around three years after Ib and Garry had, and Arthur and Alisa had gone together when they were both fifteen years of age.

Alisa secretly told Ib that it was that event that had drove them apart. Ib wondered how, however, as the little incident had brought her and Garry together. Alisa said that something terrible happened in that gallery, and that when Arthur looked at her, it reminded him.

"A maid went with us," she said quietly. "An elderly maid. She always looked after Arthur when he was younger. We were being chased by a headless statue.

Arthur and I both tripped over a mannequin head. She picked it up and threw it at the statue. We managed to get away… but then a Lady In Red painting jumped from behind her and stole her rose… I don't want to remember what happened next…"

They stood in silence in the girls bathroom at the college, before Ib looked at her, "what colour were your roses?"

"Mine was pink, and Arthur's was green. I'm guessing yours was red and Garry's blue?"

"Mhm. What was the… maid's colour?"

"Orange."

"I see."

Garry and Arthur got changed together during gym class, and they discussed Ib's life. Garry had known Ib was very secretive about it, and only gave him small snippets of information.

"I met Ib a few times at formal events, but she probably didn't note me. It's hard for that of a rich life to keep on top of everyone they have interacted with."

"What was she like?"

"Ah, she was always the bell of the ball," he said, grinning. "Her extended family are extremely rich and wealthy, and so she was always donned in the most elegant of clothing."

"I see," Garry said quietly.

"She changed though. Sometime when she was eight, or nine?" Arthur continued. Garry looked at him a little taken aback.

"She did?"

"Mhm. She became more reserved and quiet. She lost touch with friends and became very isolated in herself. She started to get bullied, bringing her reputation down. Her extended family then disowned her as the next heir, and one of her cousins got that job."

"How do you know so much?"

"My family run a publishing firm, remember? We've published many biographies in their family."

"Why hasn't Ib told me any of this?"

"I guess… she wants to shield you," Arthur said, shrugging back on his shirt. "I mean, they're not exactly the nicest bunch of people. And it's probably painful for her to even relive it all."

"You're right. I was over thinking it," Garry said, a little quietly. He then turned to Arthur. "Seems you have it rough, too."

"How do you mean?"

"Don't you have an arranged marriage?"

"Oh, she told you about that?" Arthur said, a little sadly. He tossed a can of deodorant to Garry, sighing.

"Yeah. Is there anything wrong with her? Weren't you friends as children?"

"The Gallery changed that, three years ago."

"I know what you went through was terrible," Garry said.

"Hm, yeah. So you went when you were nine with Ib into the gallery?"

"Eh, not exactly. I was eighteen at that time."

"Haha… wait what?"

"I was the Forgotten Portrait for eight years," Garry said, grinning while watching the look of disbelief on Arthur's face.

"I knew you looked familiar," Arthur said, mumbling.

Garry laughed in response.

Ib walked through the darkened college corridors, making her way to the office for meetings. The shadowed figure sat there as Ib placed her achievement card on the desk. The figure picked it up, looking at it and smirking.

"Seems you're doing well,"

"Yes, I am,"

"Tell me, Ib, who is this man you have invited into your home?"

"His name as Garry, but you already know that."

"You know about my… let's put it as a… mission?"

"I'm not stupid,"

"Oh, I never called you that. So tell me, is he of high class nature?"

Ib did not answer.

"Tut, tut, Ib! What if Grandfather and Grandmother were to find out about this?"

"They won't, will they, Stephen?"

Stephen grinned, leaning back on the chair.

"I'll keep your secret, dear cousin, if you do me a favour,"

"What?"

"I want you to take over as the heir to the fortune once again."

"Isn't that your job?"

"It is, but…" He said, smirking. "You know how bored I get. I want to travel around."

"If I do, they will find out about Garry's background,"

"If you don't, they will find out anyway. I've already resigned my name."

"…what?"

"You heard me. I've disowned them all. They think they can mess with me, and toy with me."

"So now they'll target me, right?"

"Yes. Sorry, Ib. I really am. But I can't just let them rule my life."

"I could do the same, but then my funding will leave… even if mother and father could keep funding me, then the family would just cut off their share, right? And, also, they'll just somehow disgrace Garry so I'd have to leave him. Or worse yet, they'd threaten him."

"Mhm," Stephen said.

"But if I comply… then Garry will have to leave me? Or, even worse, I'll have to move to New York?"

"I'm afraid so,"

"Without funding, we can't live in our apartment. Or anywhere… but without Garry…"

"I'm sorry Ib, but you'll have to decide soon. They are flying over here as we speak. They'll be here tomorrow."

Ib could not help but let the tears escape her eyes as she made her way back to the car park, and back to Garry.

She had to make a decision, and fast.

A/N: Haha! Hope it was a little twist of events! So now, Ib's family want her back, but if she does go back, she'll have to move away and leave Garry. But if not, they will lose their house and Garry may become disgraced. Uh-Oh!

Yeah, Stephen may seem like a bad guy, but he just wants his freedom. The REAL baddies will be coming soon.

Hope you enjoyed it!

-Ella