I am SO, SO, SO SORRY ABOUT NOT UPDATING MY FANFIC. I know I'm super irresponsible, but the holidays are nearly here, so I'll be updating more okay? :) Thank you SO, SO much for not like, bashing me up with ridiculously vulgar reviews or something. I'm really grateful. And please give me ideas! I need ideas! Oh yes I do! Okay now I will stop babbling.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sims, Sims 2 or Sims 3. Or the expansion packs. Some of which IKEA or H&M or something might own. Ahh wells.


DINA'S POV

Stupid girl. Nincompoop! Why did SHE have to steal the limelight from Mortimer's one true love (which is me) and then leave him head over heels? This was not tolerable. And she should have been dead in the crash! I hop off Mo's lap, give him an alluring smile.

"Mo, darling, I'm retiring to your bedroom for a little while. I wouldn't want to be disturbed. And, um, drink some water, honey-bear, okay? You're looking rather pale there," I say.

He nods blankly and goes to the kitchen, while I saunter upstairs.

As soon as I'm in Mo's bedroom I make sure the walls are soundproof, before SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF. WHY DIDN'T THE STUPID SO-CALLED CHIEF, A TITLE HE DIDN'T DESERVE , FIRE THE STUPID BAZOOKAS WHENEVER THE ENEMY SHIPS WERE IN 10 MILES OF THEIR IFO (It's mine. It's identified.)? STUPID CHIEF. Won't stay in my crew for another minute! STUPID CREW. STUPID BAZOOKAS. STUPID ENEMY SHIPS. STUPID IFO. STUPID, STUPID, STUPID BELLA! But no stupid me. Hmph. I pound the pillows with my fists and nearly muss my hair, which is definitely not on my to-do list.

So I settle myself down, do some yoga. Always calms me down. Even if today's calming down session is pretty tough. Then I stretch across the bed and pull out my iPad. And I got the latest, the iPad 2! It can take photos. Awesome, right? Anyway. I got to Whatsapp, this application on iPads, iPhones and iPod Touches. It's like a free messaging app. Chief 94~ Where are you~ *cackle*

PrincezzDina: CHIEF 94! ARE YOU DECENT!

Chief95: Ma'am, with all due respect and more, you have um…. Gotten the wrong… chief…

PrincezzDina: INSOLENCE! ARE YOU DARING TO IMPLY THAT I AM WRONG?

Chief95: Never, your highness! Why would I do such a thing? It was all my fault for not diverting you to the real Chief 94.

PrincezzDina: Mm, that's better. Or else you would have suffered the same disgrace as he would.

Chief95: He crashed his own IFO, didn't he? Stuck-up brat! You are much better than him, your Majesty.

PrincezzDina: Oh, thank you! We do have a lot in common. Now shoo shoo, I must interrogate Chief 94. And fire him. In disgrace. By the way, your yearly IFO hygiene checking is soon. Ensure that there is not a speck of dust to be on the ship.

Chief95: Of course, Gracious One. We will ensure the ship is without trace of any germs. Have an excellent day, ma'am.

I mutter, "Well, thanks, because I'm going to need that excellent day.

PrincezzDina: CHIEF 94! ARE YOU DECENT?

1 minute of no reply later

PrincezzDina: Leaving me waiting? Isn't that rather dreadful because you are FIRED IN DISGRACE! HEAR ME? You did not QUIT, you were FIRED! IN DISGRACE!

Another minute of silence

PrincezzDina: No use talking to myself. You must have committed suicide or something.


BELLA'S POV

"So, as I say, you have to grab the bull by it's horns. Show Mo – and Dina – who's the real boss around here." Titania sips her tea and waits for my reaction while keeping an eye on Bottom, who is running around the patio like a mad dog. "BOTTOM, TAKE IT EASY, OKAY? GO UPSTAIRS AND READ A BOOK OR SOMETHING."

We both know that going in there and conquering lovers isn't all talk. And it isn't all easy.

I bite my lip. "Look, Titania... If she's meant to have Mo, she's meant to. Even if she stole him away. All I want is that her secret is revealed, and that she'll be exiled to Strangetown or something, and that I'll live the life that I ought to have had, with or without Mo." Then I release my muscles, hug my knees to my chest and cry softly. I can feel Titania's arms around me as she mutters curses to Mo and the NDCs.

Why does things have to be so difficult? Why did I have to get abducted? I know the NDCs were in charge of that... Perhaps even paired up with Don Lothario to get me away. But was I disliked that much?

If I was disliked that much, then was the whole town plotting against me?


CASSANDRA'S POV

Confused, I enter just as Dad is walking into the kitchen. I rush after him as he tries in vain to pour himself a cup of water. It's a wonder he hasn't fainted yet. Something tells me this has got to do with the dark-haired woman in the taxi.

"Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you know who that lady outside was?"

There's a long pause, and I massage Dad while he ponders over his answer. His hand is trembling, and with that the glass, and the water. I take the cup from his hand and gently place it on the counter. Then I come in front of him and study his expression. He looks like he's seen a ghost. Which is quite common around here, considering we own a graveyard, but no, this is different. It's broad daylight, for goodness sake! I bring dad to the couch and sit next to him.

"Dad, what's wrong."

He sighs, and says:

"I wish you didn't have to be involved in this, dear,

That woman was your mother."


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