To say my arm trembled when I reached for the file with my name on it was like saying the great lakes were just puddles along the street. No, it was more like I had gotten a sudden, severe case of Parkinson's in my arm. I retracted my arm and took a deep breath. I didn't know that I was this nervous until just now. I plucked Leanne's folder off the shelf instead, with much more ease.

Babanoux, Leanne

I scanned over the file. It had all sorts of information, like her parents, birthday, and birthplace. I had no clue that she had been born in Monte Carlo. The girl loved to make bets and gamble, that probably explained it. Her father was also the media-stalked play boy without a condom, Francis Bonnefoy. The guy was freaking everywhere, and If Leanne's sources were right, she had a half-sister here.

I felt a pang of jealousy. If anyone was to be Michelle's sister, it should be me. Leanne thought of Michelle as little more than a pest she had to constantly shoo away. She only spent time with her because it would enable her to be with me.

She is such a manipulative bitch.

I angrily shoved her folder back into the spot it was before.

Fredricks, Gilbert

Not that it really mattered, but I found out that Gilbert's dad was too. I recognized his name because he was some big time politician that Leanne never shut up about. His name was Alaric Bielschmidt; he had been married three times, one of his wives apparently being Gilbert's mother. It looked like he had a few younger brothers too. One named Ludwig that was his full blooded brother. He deserved it; he had always treated everyone here like a younger sibling. He should put the practice to good use.

I noticed something on the bottom corner of the page labeled 'financial report'. It was hand written, while the rest of file had been typed then printed. I flipped the page to find what I thought was just a list of random names. The names of a few of Gilbert's ex-girlfriends were on the page. The ones I knew he had gone out with at some point in time. Were all crossed out. My brow furrowed in confusion.

I placed Gilbert's folder back into its slot after I was done scanning over it.

Lamaroux, Michelle

If I had a quarter for every time Leanne's so called 'fun gossip' were actually right, I would have one quarter. No joke.

It was exactly because Michelle's biological father was, in fact, Francis Bonnefoy. Her mother had died a long time ago, shortly after the people here had done their magic and found Michelle when her mother was attempting to ask Francis for money. I was sure that she was going to decline the offer of having her child raised in a mansion while she slaved away, as was the deal all of our parents had to agree to, but she died before it was made official.

If she had no parent to pay for her room and board, why had they snatched her up? I felt a little slow for realizing this just now.

Just another question, to be left unanswered.

I sighed and put Michelle's folder back. I walked over to the couch that Michelle was resting on and shook her gently. I had heard her stirring and wanted to wake her.

"L-Leon? What happened?" she asked in a drowsy voice

At this point I had two choices. Pretend what she saw in the room was just a dream, or tell her the truth. My first instinct is to lie, obviously.

"You fell asleep when I was giving you a piggyback ride over here."

"Oh. Okay. Wanna see the secret passagew-" I put my finger over her lips and listened.

There were voices and footsteps making their way down the hallway. I opened the door of a coat closet and gestured for Michelle to get in. She quickly scrambled into the closet, I followed after her. I hate getting smacked in the face with fur, oh so much.

I partially closed the door and waited for the people to hopefully pass. They paused for a few seconds, only to be shooed away by the warden and someone else, that someone being Master Kirkland. They walked into the office, after a moment of silence.

"Well, one of my sons or nephews could do. My son just finished his training with his father; he would enjoy spending the summer here." The warden said, it sounded like a suggestion.

"I don't know Kenzie, it might work. I do get the feeling that the young man enjoys the company of males over women."

The warden laughed.

"Definitely Max."

Were they talking about me? There were really only two 'young men' they could be talking about. Gilbert was definitely straight, soo…

That only left me. I was fairly certain I was straight, mostly since Leanne had scared me out of liking other women. Was it natural for cross dressers to be completely straight? I had no clue.

"Are they talking about you, Leon?" Michelle whisper/asked

"You read my mind." I whispered back

Then something disturbing happened. The warden looked. Straight, At. Me. Michelle felt it too, because I heard her squeak and felt her tremble. We had absolutely no idea how much trouble we would get in if we were caught, neither of us were too keen to find out either.

Arthur walked past the door, for what seemed like the millionth time. Who was that maid? He was positive her had seen her before. He couldn't quite remember, and when he tried his mind would lose his train of thought and he would get completely distracted. He thought and thought, but no one came to mind.

Maybe he had met while he was in China all of those years ago…

Then that would mean that his ex-mistress would be working at his father's vacation estate, and that made no sense whatsoever.

"What's wrong, my love?" Marianne asked from the bed, where she was reading a book.

He sighed.

"I think I recognized one of the help here. Did you?" He asked his wife

"I saw Dominique, one of my brother's ex-girlfriends. It was a little strange that she was here, don't you think?" she asked setting her book on the polished cherry wood nightstand .

"Mm. Yes."

"Come to bed, we've had a long day of traveling and I have a feeling that our daughter is going to be more exhausting than usual tomorrow." Marianne patted the spot on the bed beside her.

"Alright." He crawled next to his wife, falling asleep after a few moments of enjoyable silence.

"No! Please don't leave! Please don't!" a younger version of Arthur shouted at a girl who was walking away

"Your father, he said- I can't tell you. But I don't want him to hurt you! I want you and Marianne to be happy together." The faceless woman said

"I can't be happy without you! Please -, the gardens will never be the same without you." He pleaded

"I love you too much." She kissed him one last time "I have to go."

"No!" Arthur tried to reach out for her.

The kiss had been too short.