Chapter 2
"Mom, you gotto see this," Henry said, he was looking at the sport channel on the TV, he had started doing this more frequent when he learned that his mother was a racecar driver. He did find it cool much to Snow's dismay.
"What kid?" asked Emma, chewing on a piece of toast on her way from the kitchen in her parent's chateau. The lived near Paris, her father was producing and selling fine wine, her mother was a teacher.
"This woman, she's the first female formula1 driver," said Henry, pointing at the screen, adding, "She even looks like me, right?"
Emma almost spit out the coke she had started drinking, cause there on the screen was Regina was Regina with her new team Ferrari, she was their second driver it would seem. How on earth had she managed to get that deal Emma wondered. Money it had to be money because clearly she was the better driver.
"Yes, Henry she looks a bit like you," said Emma, sighing. She hadn't noticed it until just then how much Regina did look like her son. Her dark brown hair, her sparkling hazel eyes, that now seemed more like mocha. Brown like his father, Emma of course know who he was, only now it would seem like he was right, her kid looked more like Regina than herself.
"You know her?" he asked her, seeming to look at the woman on the screen with curious eyes.
"Only as a driver," Emma said, which was true, they had only spoken on the phone once, and congratulated each other on the victory, but that was about it. And now she had a contract with fucking Ferrari, Emma could feel herself boil on the inside.
She pulled her IPhone out of the pocket and dialed her number, she still had it stored from last. She would hear her voice moments later as she said, "Miss Swan."
"You got Ferrari how?" Emma needed to know.
"The owner of my team, Mister. Gold of course," Regina answered, adding, "He is an old friend of mother."
"Does she know, as I doubt old Cora is supporting your recent activities," said Emma.
"How do you know my mother's name," Regina said shocked, just as Emma's mother came into the room, pointing at the TV, saying, "That's...that's Regina, Charming get in here now."
"Who is that in the background?" Regina gasped, surly it couldn't be...
"My mother, would you believe she has the most stupid name, Snow White, jeez I mean what was her parents thinking, supposedly she shall have a wicked stepmother also," Emma, glared at her mother that glared back.
"I am not wicked dear, you have not seen wicked yet," Regina said coldly.
"Wait you are her stepmother?" asked Emma, so shocked that she alsmot lost the phone.
"Who are you talking to?" her father asked.
"I really have to go, see you in Australia when next season starts," saiad Regina.
"I won't see you sooner?" there was a sound of sorrow in Emma's voice.
"I...we're enemies, we really shouldn't," Regina said with a heavy sigh.
"Meet me at Rudy's bar and grill 2pm next Thursday, in New York," said Emma.
"Whatever for?" Regina wanted to know.
"Engine talk, I think you could teach me something," Emma was grasping for straws she knew.
"Fine...fine, but don't be late," Regina said, hanging up," as Emma faced her parents saying, "No one, I was talking to no one."
"Can we go out for ice-cream please?" Henry was looking at Emma that nodded, thinking "Way to save your mother kid."
"You are going to race her aren't you?" asked Snow, nodding towards the TV.
"As we are on opposite teams of course I am," said Emma, rolling her eyes slightly at her mother.
"She will kill out on the tracks," Snow said.
"Oh mother, get real, she can do that just as much as any other driver, come on Henry," said she and walked towards the door, hearing her mother say to her father, "Why I don't want her to do it."
Henry shook his head saying, "I think it's cool you're a racecar driver, you'll beat the Regina chick right?"
"Sure thing, kid," she said ruffling his hair.
"Good, then after bring her home," he said.
"Sorry what?" she asked confused.
"I know you like her, you moan out her name in your sleep," he said with a laugh hurrying down the stairs to the main entrance of the chateau, yelling, "Last to the car is a rotten egg."
"You little..." she called after, running to catch up, feeling stupid as because she was sleep talking.
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