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Both Glinda and Carole were already in the carriage when Fiyero climbed in, his face full of bewilderment.

"What's wrong, dearest?" questioned Glinda, glancing over at her fiancée.

"Nothing's wrong." He snapped, surprised at the vigor of his aversion.

Carole raised an eyebrow at his attitude, but just turned her attention to her knitting.

Glinda looked at him, tears welling in her blue eyes. She didn't mean to make him upset and she moved closer to the window, wanting to distance herself from him.

The rest of the carriage ride passed in total silence and when they finally arrived at the manor, Glinda hurried past him, her hand in front of her face to hide her tears. Fiyero ran after her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to him.

"Glin, I didn't mean to make you cry." He told her, taking her hand and kissing it gently. Glinda nodded in understanding and looked up at him with a slight smile. "I need to ask you something. Do you know how Elphaba came to work here?"

Glinda shook her head, her blonde curls bouncing. "She arrived here when we were six, that's all I know. Momsie might remember though," She told him. His question only confirmed her suspicions. Why did he feel the need to dive into Elphaba's personal life?

"Thanks, Glinda." Fiyero told her, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before bolting down the hall in boyish excitement.

Glinda watched him until he disappeared down the hallway and then turned to walk back to her chambers. She felt tears fall down her face even though it didn't make sense. She didn't need to cry over him because none of it mattered. It didn't matter that Fiyero cared more about Elphaba than he did about Glinda and it didn't matter that he didn't love her. Because she didn't love him. She didn't love him at all. They were only together because their parents wanted it, not because they wanted it.

Drying her tears, she stood up straight and then changed directions. She needed Boq.

Fiyero stood at the parlor door, tapping lightly on the doorframe. Carole jumped slightly, not accustomed to being disturbed during her reading hour. Placing her spectacles on the tip of her nose, she glared at him over the tops.

"Ah, Master Fiyero, what can I do for you?" She asked him.

"How did Elphaba come to work here?" Fiyero questioned bluntly.

The question clearly shocked her and she took a couple of seconds to compose herself. "Why do you want to know, and more importantly, why should I tell you?" She answered him, closing her book and laying her hands on the cover.

"What are you hiding? You're too scared to tell me, which must mean that you're hiding something." Fiyero told her, crossing his arms over his chest.

I am hiding more than he knows, more than he suspects…. thought Carole, letting out a defeated sigh. "Fine, sit down." She ordered.

A victorious smile crossed Fiyero's face and he sat down in an upholstered chair, leaning back comfortably.

"Let me begin by saying that I had no connection with Elphaba nor did I have connection with any of her family members." She told him –which made Fiyero all the more suspicious. Why would he think that she had connections with the Thropp family? "It was about twelve years ago, Glinda and Elphaba were both six years old and I could move around without joint pain." Meant as a joke, Carole's remark was stiff and unfunny. "It was around eight o'clock and I had just put Glinda to bed when the doorbell rang. Etai was on a business trip so I was home alone and therefore obliged to answer the door. Standing there was a woman, about forty years in age, with a young girl standing next to her. I invited them in, knowing that it was rather cold outside and it was not polite to keep a guest standing on the porch. The woman, whose name I later learned was Cattery Spunge, was Elphaba's nanny and she had brought the girl to the manor after learning that her parents died in a tragic accident. Their house had burned down and Nanny couldn't raise the child by herself.

"I asked why she had come to us, even though there were plenty of other families in the area. She said she heard that we had a daughter that was Elphaba's age and that it would be better for the girl to grow up with at least one child that was the same age. I began to argue that we did not have enough room, even though we did. I did not think I was ready to take care of another child. But Nanny had an answer for that as well. She told me to keep Elphaba in the servant's quarters and that she would work when she was old enough. I turned a little to look over Elphaba and she didn't seem able to work at all. She was scrawny and her left arm was wrapped in a shawl that I supposed was used for a makeshift sling. After a few moments of pondering the decision, I took Elphaba in. There was not much of a choice involved, really. I knew that Nanny would not have taken no for an answer and that even if she left, I would find Elphaba on my porch in the morning."

Carole finished her story and then looked over at him. "Does that answer your question?" She asked.

Fiyero nodded as he stood. Something told him that there were huge pieces missing from her story. There were pieces that he was determined to find and put together. "Just one last question, why was her arm in a cast?" He inquired.

"How am I supposed to know?" She answered, putting her book in front of her face and effectively cutting him off.