Anything Could Happen
I picture Katherine as Katherine Pierce, Elena Gilbert's (The Vampire Diaries) doppelganger. So, she's sexy, a nerd, and is in a love/hate relationship with Alfie.
Just to clear up: I'll be a freshman (in high school) this fall. (Though, I'm already taking high school English and Algebra courses.) The planetarium I work for hires students from the middle and high schools. We don't get paid (in money, but we get paid in rewards) or run shows. But we mostly assist by running errands, directing people to their seats, and running the gift shop.
Does anyone watch Awkward? I heard it was good, and I'm looking for Season 1 & 2 on DVD. (I can't decide if I ship Matty/Jenna or Jake/Jenna.) But I want a fan's perspective of the show.
Chapter 10—House of Stars
"Eddie, Patricia," Patricia's father, Leonard, greeted as the couple entered his office. "Please, sit!"
Eddie and Patricia both sat, preparing for the latest developments in the custody battle.
"Well, I spoke to Chloe and her lawyer personally. It's customary to have mediation, to prevent this case from going to court. But I doubt mediation will help; but it is required. Sorry for the late notice, but the mediation was scheduled for today."
"Today?" Eddie asked.
Leonard grimaced. "I just got word of that yesterday. That's why I called you here, and we have to be there in two hours."
"But we're not dressed for mediation," Patricia added, noting their lack of elaborate clothing.
"That's why your mother is here," Leonard grinned as the doors opened. Patricia's mother, Amy, was the polar opposite of Patricia. She had pretty blonde hair, green eyes, and pale skin. But she had a spunky, tough attitude—an obvious trait found in Patricia.
Amy was carrying two bags from Barney's, Patricia's least favorite store. She ran towards her daughter and son-in-law, kissing both of their cheeks. "Oh, I've missed you guys!" Amy gushed. "We are going to win this battle, sweeties," Amy cooed, smoothing Patricia's hair. "That Chloe won't know what's coming when she sees you in this!"
"Mum, this isn't a runway show. My looks won't affect the battle," Patricia rolled her eyes.
"Actually, the better dressed of the two has an advantage. It shows decorum," Leonard added, winking. "Eddie and I will head back to the house to get dressed. We'll be back in an hour, so please be ready. That means you, Amy," Leonard warned after Amy looked around, pretending to ignore what he was saying.
Amy waved. "All right, Leonard." She kissed her husband goodbye. "We'll be ready! Bye!"
Eddie and Leonard left, smiling at their respective wives. Then, they were gone.
Amy turned to her daughter, a smirk on her face. "Now, let's make you more irresistible than ever."
Nina was getting ready for their trip to the planetarium. So that left Fabian time to think about what he had gotten into.
A fight with Hayden Finch, really? Fabian's decision was illogical and irrational, considering his last physical fight was in junior high, which left Fabian with a split lip and a black eye. And that was a fight in junior high, between two scrawny guys. Who knew what would happen now? Hayden had muscles the size of his head; Fabian was pretty much dead. But he had to protect Nina.
Maybe the fight would be mentally, which was Fabian's forte. Maybe a nice game of chess or Star Trek trivia—
The doorbell rang, and Fabian rose from his place on the couch. He opened the door to find a basket, filled to the brim with various items. A bouquet of roses, expensive jewelry, DVDs of her favorite movies, chocolate-covered strawberries, novels, movie tickets, and other miscellaneous objects were packed into the basket.
"Sir," The deliveryman asked, "Is Ms. Nina Martin here? This is a package from Mr. Hayden Finch."
Fabian rolled his eyes. Of course; Hayden wanted to play mental games and bribe Nina into his slimy arms, he thought. But then, he realized something. He was the one spending the day with her, not Hayden.
"She's here," He answered, taking the cumbersome package from the deliveryman's hands. "Could you relay this information back to Mr. Finch, please?" Fabian asked, grabbing a pad of paper and a pen. He scribbled out a message, almost smirking to himself. He handed it to the deliveryman, smiling. "Have a nice day."
The deliveryman was confused, but still tipped his hat as he left.
Nina came down the stairs, brushing her hair. "Who was that at the door?" She asked.
"This is for you…from Hayden," Fabian said, handing the basket to her.
Nina scoffed. "When will he realize I can't be bought? Though, this basket is interesting. He gave me a few autographed novels, Breakfast at Tiffany's, and a—oh," Nina quietly whispered, holding up a small box.
Fabian felt his heart clench. It was about the size of her palm, and the Harry Winston engraving was clear as day.
Nina opened the box and sighed audibly. "It's just earrings," She whispered, relieved. She closed the box, gently placing it back into the package. "Do you mind if we make a detour at the office? I want to send this back to him."
And it was that moment that Fabian realized Hayden didn't have her heart. And that made him sick to the stomach; maybe he shouldn't have sent that message to Hayden…
Hayden calmly took a drag of his cigarette as his deliveryman fidgeted nervously. He put his cigarette down, picking up a glass of brandy.
"Was she there?" He began.
The deliveryman shook his head. "She was, but another guy answered the door. He took the basket, promising to get it to her, but he handed me this," The deliveryman said, giving Hayden the sheet of paper.
Hayden set his glass down, reaching for the paper. His eyes scanned it, narrowing with anger.
Hayden stood. He took a few steps before throwing his glass at the nearest wall. It exploded, shards flying everywhere. The deliveryman covered his head and cowered, but Hayden didn't even flinch.
"You're dismissed," Hayden said, laughing a bit.
The deliveryman scurried from Hayden's library. Hayden walked over to his window, staring outside.
"You'll have her soon," A raspy voice spoke from deep inside of Hayden. "Don't worry; when I promise something, I will never break that promise."
Hayden crumpled up the message, a twisted smile on his face.
"Oww, Mum! Watch the boobs!" Patricia snapped when her mother attached a brooch to her jacket.
"Sorry, sweetie, but I wasn't anywhere near your boobs," Amy noted, raising an eyebrow at her daughter's strange behavior.
Patricia yawned, but remained silent.
"Okay, Trixie," Amy said, attempting to zip up her daughter's dress. It was a tight sweater dress, but the dress was a bit tighter than usual. "Geez, this zipper is messed up-"
Patricia ran for the bathroom, covering her mouth. She locked the door and vomited.
"Patricia?" Amy called, knocking on the door.
Patricia exited the bathroom, her face paler than usual. "I'm okay, Mum," She croaked.
"Oh, honey, are you sick?" Amy asked, smoothing her daughter's hair. "Do I need to call Dr. Harrison?"
"Mum, I have a grown-up doctor now; Dr. Harrison was my pediatrician," Patricia rolled her eyes. "But it would help if we stopped by Walgreens on the way to the mediation."
"Walgreens? What do you need to buy, honey?" Amy questioned, confused. "Meds? Makeup? Donuts?"
Patricia cracked a smile. "Mum, connect the dots. I just vomited, my boobs hurt, my period is late, I'm tired, I've gained weight, and I eat as much as a teenage boy. Mum, I think I might be pregnant," She choked, tears of joy streaming down her face.
Joy was seated at the café, a small frown on her face. Ever since Jerome had ditched her for Mara, most of her days consisted of eating chocolate cake and sketching designs.
She ordered her usual before opening her sketchbook. She didn't have much inspiration, so she just drew two solid lines, frowning.
"That doesn't look like art," A voice joked from behind her.
Joy turned to find Mick behind her, a sheepish grin on his face. He slid into the seat across from her.
"May I?" He asked, wondering if she was uncomfortable. "I've been working on my morals," He confessed.
"Sure," Joy answered. They haven't spoken since Joy admitted she wasn't rich, like everyone thought she was.
"That's an interesting outfit," Mick commented.
Joy stared down at what she was wearing: a pair of boots, black shorts, pull-up stockings, and an oversized gray shirt. Her usual curly hair was straightened and pulled into a tight ponytail. This was far from her typical dresses and heels.
"I forgot to dress up," Joy laughed. "Do I look weird?"
"No. You look quite the opposite," Mick noted, smiling at her.
"Are you flirting with me to make up for your snotty attitude a few weeks?" Joy asked.
"What, I can't flirt with a pretty girl?" Mick stated. "And I am sorry about what I said a few weeks ago. To make it up to you, how about I treat you to a nice lunch and movie in the city?"
"Mick Campbell, are you asking me out on a date?" Joy raised an eyebrow.
"What if it is?" Mick said, nervous.
"Well, let's go," Joy said, getting up.
"Wait, so you're just going to accept?" Mick scurried after her, putting a few bills on the table.
"Yeah, so?" Joy replied.
Mick raised an eyebrow. "Have you been asked out by a billionaire, football player lately?"
Joy laughed. "It happens every once and awhile. So, that means I'm very experienced," She winked, taking Mick's hand.
For the first time in forever, Mick's smile wasn't forced or fake. His smile was genuine and carefree—exactly how he felt with Joy.
Alfie and Katherine stared at the three kids. The trio stared back, equally intimidating expressions on their faces.
"What are we supposed to do?" Alfie whispered to Katherine.
"How am I supposed to know? You're the one that volunteered to watch the monsters," Katherine snapped.
"I thought I was being nice," Alfie said, offended.
"Well, you thought wrong!" Katherine rolled her eyes. "You've always been so naïve and stupid, you know that?"
"And you've been a dictator!" Alfie protested. "When we were in London, you always wanted to control everything: what we ate for dinner, what movie we saw at the cinema, and—the list goes on and on."
"Well, I've always wore the pants in our relationship! You were never that much of a man!"
"Oh, you just crossed the line! Take that back!"
"No!" Katherine argued.
As they argued, they failed to notice Will, Juliana, and Francis slipping out the back door.
Nina slammed the car door, looking up at the building. "So, this is it?" She asked. "Herschel Planetarium?"
"Yup," Fabian said, locking the car. "Ready to go in?"
Nina nodded, and the pair headed into the building. They found themselves in a waiting room of sorts. Informative posters about the planetariums were taped to the walls. Flat screen TVs were positioned around the room, displaying NASA TV. The radio played in the background. A few people milled around, waiting for the planetarium to open. Nina and Fabian took seats on a bench, far from the others.
"Game plan?" He asked.
"We could show the presenter the map after the show," Nina offered. "Hopefully, she knows what the map means."
The doors opened. An older woman with unbelievably long hair opened the door. She wore dorky glasses, but radiated with confidence.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" She questioned. She smiled, stating, "I'm Lynn Castellan, and I'll be your presenter. Shall we begin?" (1)
"Oh my god," Amy gasped. "Are you sure?"
"That's why I need to take the pregnancy test and go to the doctor before I tell anyone else," Patricia said. "This could easily be another miscarriage."
"Stop," Amy swatted her daughter's arm. "Stop thinking like that," She scolded. Her tone softened. "How far along are you?"
"If I really am pregnant, I'm about a month along. But the pregnancy is very unstable and risky," Patricia warned her excited mother.
Amy ignored her daughter. "Oh, I'm so excited," She gushed. "Oh, I probably shouldn't have picked this kind of dress," Amy frowned.
The sweater dress was made of clingy fabric and stretched across Patricia's small baby bump. If anyone were to look closely, they would know of Patricia's pregnancy.
"No worries," Patricia said, taking off her jacket. She grabbed a longer coat, which now concealed her stomach. "Mum, you can't tell anyone—not even Dad. Promise?"
"Promise," Amy replied.
"Why are we here, Jerome?" Mara asked. "And why am I blindfolded?" She laughed, nearly stumbling as she blindly walked.
Jerome caught her arm. "You're almost there," He whispered, guiding her further down the hall.
"Are you taking me to a crime scene again? Jerome, I told you; that wasn't funny!" Mara complained, attempting to hit his arm. (2)
"I was merely testing your deduction skills," Jerome protested. "And you weren't that bad; you just need to hone your senses, which are weakened by repeated uses of chemicals."
"Well, I am a surgeon, and we just can't cut a person open without—"
"We're here," Jerome interrupted and removed the blindfold from Mara's eyes.
They were in a room with a lone runway and a rack of clothes. Music pulsed in the background; it was the kind of music you expect to hear in a club or at a fashion show.
"Jerome, what is this?" Mara asked, staring open-mouthed at the room.
"Well, I remembered the night of the welcome dinner. You thought you looked horrible. I thought the exact opposite. So, I cashed in a favor; I'm here to make you feel like a star—bright and beautiful. And what's a better way to boost your self-esteem than making you walk the runway in gorgeous clothes?"
"Jerome, that's really sweet of you, but I'm not super thin or curvy. I'm just a plain girl from England with no friends," Mara admitted, tears streaming down her face.
"No friends? Mara, the entire house adores you. I adore you," Jerome said. "And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. And believe me; I've met a lot of women."
Mara rolled her eyes before she smiled. "Well, thank you for the effort, but I'm not even modeling in—oh my god, is this Michael Kors?" Mara asked, examining the rack of clothing. "Maybe one dress won't hurt…" She trailed off and ducked into a dressing room.
Jerome smiled, knowing his mission was a success.
The lights in the planetarium dimmed as the show, Dawn of the Space Age, began. (3) Lynn had explained earlier than the seats near the center were better, so Nina and Fabian nabbed two seats in the dead center. They were so close that their hands touched, but neither one of them pulled away.
The show was presented in 3-D and was the only full-dome show. Everything looked so animated, like you could reach out and touch it.
It was in the middle of the show when Fabian reached over. "Look to your left," He whispered.
Nina turned to see a mural painted on the side; it was the exact Egyptian star map from the tunnels. "Whoever painted it in the tunnels has been here," She whispered back.
As soon as their car pulled up to the courthouse, the mother and daughter jumped out of the car, ignoring their husbands' confused glances.
"We'll be back," Amy shouted as she and Patricia made a beeline for the bathroom. "Girl stuff!" She added.
Patricia rolled her eyes as they entered the bathroom. Amy handed Patricia the pregnancy test.
"Okay, honey, do you know what to do?" Amy asked, forgetting her daughter had about five miscarriages before. "Oh, sorry, stupid question. Proceed…"
Five minutes later, the timer dinged. Amy and Patricia held their breath as Patricia turned over the stick.
"Holy shit," Patricia whispered. "I'm really pregnant."
Amy stared in shock, but her eyes weren't trained on her daughter or the pregnancy test—it was behind Patricia.
Chloe Hastings leaned against the bathroom stall, a smirk plastered on her pretty face. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt, a sheer blouse, and high heels. Her long brown hair spilled over her shoulders, complementing her sexy glow. "Hello, darling," She taunted in a faux-British accent.
"Oh, fuck," Patricia whispered.
Seeing that Patricia and Amy were frozen in surprise, Chloe took this opportunity to escape.
Nina and Fabian walked up to Lynn. "Ms. Castellan?" Nina asked.
"Yes?" Lynn didn't even look up. "Morgan, go and shut down the computers," Lynn commanded. (4)
The short girl nodded and scurried off. But then, Morgan turned. "And just to let you know, you guys are my OTP," She whispered before disappearing. (5)
"Ignore her. What can I do for you?" She asked, now giving them her full attention. "You have five minutes before I have to teleport to Germany to give a presentation."
Nina turned to Fabian, trying to come up with a good cover story.
"Um, we're thinking about buying a house," Fabian blurted, not fully thinking. "The former occupants left this on a wall, and we would like to know what it is," He asked, showing Lynn the Egyptian star map.
"Oh, I know what that is. It's a mural, and it was painted by a former student assistant. Morgan? What was that girl's name?" Lynn asked the girl, whom had mysteriously popped up next to Lynn.
"Sarah Frobisher-Smythe," The girl replied, before walking away to tidy up the waiting room.
Nina remembered the name from the violin. "What was she like?" She asked.
"She was a quiet, interesting girl. She loved to paint. She always said her paintings were life-changing. She volunteered to paint a mural for the planetarium—that was the last thing she did before she left mysteriously. She was home-schooled, but never told us where she lived. All she mentioned was that she lived in the Hamptons. Her parents were weird like that. They never let her have friends or talk to anyone. I thought it was a protective thing—the girl was seriously pretty—but I guess foreign parents are crazier than usual."
"Foreign?" Fabian questioned.
"The Frobisher-Smythes travel all over the globe. I don't know why, but they're wealthy if they live in the Hamptons."
"Ms. Castellan, how did Sarah look?" Nina asked. She felt like the puzzle was coming together but the pieces weren't fully assembled yet.
"Sarah had the looks of a fairy or a pixie. She was about fourteen, and she had pretty blonde hair and blue eyes. She was very short, about 4'11."
Really short…blonde hair…blue eyes…young girl…
"How did her parents look?" Nina inquired further.
Ms. Castellan looked perplexed, but she still continued. "The father had dark hair and brown eyes. The mother had light hair and blue eyes, like her daughter."
Dead brown eyes…family…
Nina gasped as the puzzle pieces came together.
The Frobisher-Smythes were the dead people in the tanks.
Alfie slammed the door, sighing. "Not here."
Katherine screamed. "Where did those monsters go? This is your fault, Alfie."
"My fault? You're the one that distracted their babysitters," Alfie argued.
Katherine was silent. "Hey, I didn't agree to babysit!"
Alfie rolled his eyes. "I'm so glad we broke up."
"I'm so glad I dumped you," Katherine bitched.
"No, I dumped you!" Alfie replied. "At least, that's how I imagined it…"
"No, Alfie, you've got it all wrong," Katherine rolled her eyes. "This is what happened..."
"Alfie, did you get the tickets to Pitch Perfect?" Katherine asked her boyfriend as she got dressed. Her brown hair was curled in her usual, seductive manner. She was wearing skinny jeans, a tank top, a leather jacket, and riding boots.
Alfie nodded. "And I got tickets to the sing-a-long version," He proudly said, hoping this would impress her.
"Alfie!" She complained. "Don't you know that other people can't sing? You're lucky I love you," Katherine said, kissing him.
Alfie blushed. "And I also got this." He handed her the latest James Patterson book. And not to mention, the book was autographed.
"Alfie!" She squealed, hugging him. "You're being extremely generous—you aren't going to kidnap me and take me to an alien convention, are you?" She questioned.
"Wait, you forgot? I thought that was why we were going to see Pitch Perfect?" Alfie asked, confused.
"Forgot what?" Katherine was too busy reading the prologue.
"Our three year anniversary," Alfie replied, and his voice sounded broken.
Katherine glanced up to find her boyfriend in tears. "Oh, Alfie—"
"No, I'm tired of this, Katherine!" Alfie shouted. "You've been forgetting dates. You've been staying late at school! You never answer my calls, saying you were taking a test. We barely hang out anymore. You've been snapping at me more, and I've been nothing but nice to you. Please, tell me what's going on."
"I'm seeing someone else," Katherine murmured.
Alfie heard, but he wasn't sure he was hearing correctly. "What?"
"I'm seeing someone else!" Katherine shouted. "You're boring, Alfie!"
Alfie stared at her in shock. "So, for the last three years of my life, I thought you were the one for me. And to think, I was going to propose tonight," Alfie said, revealing the ring he had in his pocket. "But now, I never want to see you again, Katherine Montgomery."
Alfie stormed out of the apartment and left a devastated Katherine in his departure.
A few moments later, he walked back in. "Actually, this is our shared apartment," He sheepishly stated.
"Not anymore, because I'm moving in with my new boyfriend," Katherine responded, pulling suitcases from the closet. She stormed into their room and started to pack clothes. "And FYI; if you would have proposed, I would have rejected you so hard, your nonexistent grandkids would've felt it. And no one breaks up with me; I'm dumping you, Alfie Lewis!" Katherine immaturely said as she exited Alfie's life for good (no, not really).
"Ha! That proves it; I broke up with you!" Alfie said.
"That doesn't count," Katherine noted, rolling her eyes. "Whatever, let's find those kids."
"Hey, Katherine?" Alfie stopped her in her tracks, but she didn't turn to face him. "Do you still remember that day?" He shyly asked.
Katherine blushed. "Yes, Lewis, because I suffered through mediocre sex with the guy I moved in with."
"So, I'm a better lover?" Alfie boasted.
"Don't let this go to your head, but yeah." And Katherine turned to wink at him.
"Where did that skank go?" Amy asked as she and Patricia tried to find Chloe before the mediation began.
"I don't know, but this isn't good. What if she uses this in the case? What if she tells Eddie?" Patricia started to freak out.
Someone caught her elbow; it was Leonard. "Guys, the mediation is about to begin. Let's go," He said, pulling Amy and Patricia towards the room.
Patricia nervously gulped as they entered the room. Chloe, her sister, and her lawyer were talking quietly in a corner. They all looked up when Patricia and Amy entered the room.
Patricia found her seat next to Eddie, but didn't take her eyes off of Chloe. Before she could say anything, the doors swept open.
A woman that strongly resembled Daisy Buchanan from the latest The Great Gatsby remake entered the room.
"Hello," She chirped. "I'm Kate, and I'll be your mediator!" She sensed the tension in the room and continued without a second thought. "How about we introduce ourselves? Let's start with you," Kate smiled, pointing to Chloe.
Chloe flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Chloe Hastings," She practically sang, winking at everyone.
"And I'm Gemma Hastings," Her sister chimed, also flipping her hair over her shoulder. Like her sister, she was very pretty and snobby as hell.
"Mr. Peter McMillian," Chloe's lawyer shifted, and Patricia could see that his hands were on both Chloe's and Gemma's exposed thighs.
Patricia nudged her father and mother. "McMillian is sleeping with Chloe and Gemma," She whispered.
"How can you be so confident?" Leonard asked.
"Honey, anyone with eyes could tell that those three have done the deed," Amy rolled her eyes.
"And who are you?" Kate pointed to Eddie, a more-than-friendly smile aimed in his direction.
"Eddie Sweet," Eddie said, nonchalant of her flirty attitude.
Kate grinned and pointed to Patricia.
"Patricia Williamson-Sweet," Patricia said, sending a venomous smirk in her direction.
Kate's smile dissipated, but she continued.
"Leonard Williamson."
"Amy Williamson."
"Okay, now that I know you better, let's start discussing your opinions. Joint custody?" She asked.
"NO!" Eddie shouted, but calmed when Patricia set a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, boy!" Kate let out a nervous titter. "It says here that Chloe has full custody while Eddie sends child support checks and has partial custody every Thanksgiving and summer. What has changed?"
Leonard answered. "My client wants to take sole custody of Juliana Louise Hastings-Sweet and Francis James Hastings-Sweet."
Kate whistled. "Those are some names!"
"Well, this idiot," Chloe jerked her thumb in Eddie's direction. "This idiot wanted the kids to have his last name. Attaching our last names was the compromise."
"Hey, no name-calling!" Kate scolded. "Okay, let's start some questions, which have been prepared by both lawyers. Chloe, while you receive child support checks from Eddie, are you currently employed?"
"Yes," Chloe answered, linking her arm through her sister's. "My sister and I are both Victoria's Secret models."
"Then, why did you call me about a month ago to borrow extra money?" Eddie asked.
"I was just employed a few weeks ago, Edison," Chloe coolly replied. "Next question, Kate."
"Oh, okay," Kate said, confused. "Eddie, how will you provide for Juliana and Francis between your needy wife and your job as a music producer?"
"Needy wife?" Eddie questioned. "Patricia isn't needy. And my job is very flexible, so I can work from home."
"I see," Chloe smirked. "Now, why do you want to take Francis and Juliana from me? You know we came to a decision about a decade ago."
"You broke up with me, not informing me that you were pregnant. Then, a year later, a letter shows up in my mailbox. You weren't even responsible enough to tell me. And not to mention, you're abusing our children!" Eddie shouted, slamming his fists against the table.
"He's lying!" Gemma screamed, attempting to defend her sister. Chloe just stared at Eddie.
"Why would I lie about that?" Eddie asked, anger seeping into his voice. He leaned closer to Gemma, staring her dead in the eye. "Why would Juliana and Francis show up to my vacation home, beaten and saying, 'Mommy was very mad'?"
"Well, you're breaking the law. You currently have Juliana and Francis when you're not supposed to," McMillian spoke up.
"Actually, summer is my time with my children. And look, it's June 20th," Eddie glared at McMillian. "This is well into summer, isn't it?"
"Well, you can't prove that Juliana and Francis were beaten by Chloe," Gemma sneered.
"Actually, his wife took pictures and videos of their confessions," Leonard added. "Ms. Kate, I don't think we're going to come to a resolution. I suggest a court date should be appointed for next week."
Kate sighed. "All right. Bring your evidence for next week. Good luck, guys."
Nina stared at the mural, comparing it to the mural in the tunnels.
"Hey, Nina! Look at what I bought Will!" Fabian said, sneaking up from behind her. He was holding a bag from the gift shop. "What's wrong?" He asked when he saw her expression.
"Something's wrong. The murals almost look identical, except for one small detail. You see?" Nina blew up the picture and compared it to the mural in the planetarium. "The constellation, Orion, is slightly smaller here than in the tunnels. But Rigel is painted onto an entire brick. I wonder if…" Nina trailed off as she moved the brick. The brick easily gave away, revealing a clean chamber. Nina reached in and grabbed the note.
Fabian and Nina silently read it, their eyes growing wider with every passing second.
You've passed the test. You are all Guardians of Anubis.
(1) I couldn't resist putting a Star Trek reference in there. The movie was amazing.
(2) A bit foreshadowing—do you watch Elementary?
(3) That's my favorite planetarium show.
(4) Well, I made an appearance.
(5) That's exactly how I would act if I met Fabina.
Tip: If you're procrastinating and need help finishing a chapter, listen to TheGreat Gatsby soundtrack. I was writing the Joy/Mick scene whilst listening to Over the Love by Florence + the Machine.
Oh my goodness! This chapter was nearly 5,000 words, my longest chapter ever! :D You guys keep me writing!
Here's the summary for the next chapter:
Patricia and Eddie attempt to get full custody of Juliana and Francis, but will Chloe give up her only liaison to Eddie so quickly? An epic showdown goes down between the two men in Nina's life.
-Morgan, xoxo