A/N: Sorry for not updating in so long. Here we are with the unfortunate chapter… number-wise.
Chapter 13
Fiona woke up in a heap on the hotel room floor. Rubbing her head, she tried to remember what happened.
She did what Olaf asked… Klaus knew who she was… Olaf yelled at her… it was fuzzy after that.
Fiona noticed a tear on the collar of her dress. Changing into some pajamas, she wandered into the bedroom she shared with Carmelita. There was only one bed which Carmelita slept in. Olaf had generously allowed her to sleep on a lumpy mattress – the same one the Baudelaires slept on while at Olaf's house. Crawling under the thin sheet, Fiona curled up in a ball. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep while thinking of her past. Her mother had died, her brother was evil, her stepfather disappeared, and she betrayed her friends. Klaus was the last thing that crossed her mind before she fell asleep.
Fiona was jolted awake by a sharp pain in her shoulders. She opened her eyes, and, squinting, saw hooks. "What Fernald?" she asked groggily. "My head hurts."
"Get up now," the harsh voice of her brother said. "We're putting the plan into action."
"What?" Fiona swung her legs over the side of the bed.
"The guardian plan," he replied, rolling his eyes. "Now get dressed, Leigh." His voice was cold and his words were harsh.
Fiona almost hated her brother. Reluctantly, she tied her hair into a ponytail and slipped on a green dress. She entered the main room and saw Olaf standing at the door in an official looking suit. Esme was sitting on the sofa braiding Carmelita's red locks.
"About time, Triangle Eyes," Esme said, tying a ribbon at the end of Carmelita's braid.
"What's going on?" Fiona asked.
"Don't you remember?" Olaf said from the door.
Fiona looked around and tried to remember exactly what was going on. She recalled the Baudelaires and Quagmires angry at one another. She remembered kissing Klaus. That was nice, but Klaus probably her more now than he ever did. Olaf broke her thoughts by calling her name. Oh yes, I must pretend to be his daughter and we are going to get custody of the Baudelaires, off Klaus and Sunny, Olaf will marry Violet, then he'll have the fortune, off her, and then get rid of me sometime in between. She sighed and followed her surrogate family out the door. Fernald was in the hall with his arm around Colette, the contortionist. She had bent her body to fit Fernald's. They continued their walk down the hall, one step closer to the Baudelaire fortune.