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Her dorm room phone rang and he picked it up. Never would he have imagined that it would be someone up to this standard. If this thought would have ran through either of their minds, it would have been different. But now, the damage had been made and there wasn't any turning back. He tried to pretend he was someone he wasn't, but this person wasn't someone to take excuses. She looked toward him as tears pooled her eyes. She knew that this meant that problems would occur and hurt would arise for each of them. Knowing that she had a man in her dorm, let alone a servant's son, she would have expenses that wouldn't be paid off for a very long time. This person would never understand reasoning as to why this was her love or her next future. But now that they were in this position, there wasn't hanging up or making lies.

"B.B.," he said certainly into the phone. "Um, yes. Hi. I – I've just been helping C.C. with some of her homework. You know how Eton is. She's just been kindly struggling with her geometry, but I've got it taken care of."

"Put my daughter on the phone," her voice demanded her daughter, "before I have you vacated from Eton."

Niles threw the phone toward his girlfriend, sighing. This was bound to happen soon or later, but he hadn't pictured that it was this soon. He could only hope they could keep lying around their relationship. But it hurt Niles to know that he would never be accepted to the Babcock family. Niles would never be able to have C.C. in his arms forever, to be able to have kids with her, to hold her hand at family reunions. No. Niles would never be able to experience anything with his only true meaning in life, only because his family was destined to be butlers. And though it had taken time, C.C. had finally come to accept that her lover was a servant's son and there wasn't changing his lifestyle. But now, she didn't even want to try. C.C. knew that she was the only reason that her parents lived, or so they tell her. So, she often wondered why they couldn't be happy for her if she were happy. But it didn't work like that. Babcocks were to have the best and only the best – they were not allowed to talk to anyone outside their social circle – unless it meant asking for a drink or meal. Otherwise, talking was prohibited. Class was a skill in their family, and B.B. didn't think anyone in the world had class like a Babcock. What C.C.'s mother failed to mention, though, was that she isn't a real Babcock in the first place.

"Yes, mother."

"C.C., darling. What is that Sheffield butler's son doing in your room? You know we don't like to have boys in your dorm, let alone someone of his class." B.B. spoke highly against C.C. turning out of their circle, but one day, she'd have to understand. "I mean, as long as he's only helping you with your homework, right."

"Um, mother. We shall discuss this another time. This is very inappropriate."

"I will not let you talk to me with that tone, Chastity Clair. It's unacceptable."

C.C. rolled her eyes at her mother. This seemed to be the reason she never spoke to her, or about her. Stuart, C.C.'s father, is the only one who's had any personality from her family, but he wasn't around as a child. Nither was her mother, but she never failed to somehow come in and ruin what happiness her daughter had. Why she didn't force D.D. this much C.C. wouldn't understand, but out of the two, C.C. had always been the favorite.

"Well, if you would call on right terms and not leave me worrying for weeks on end, maybe I could talk to you without a tone." She had never stood up to her mother, but it was about time she did, "you can disown me all you want. And try to pull me out of Eton if you will, I'll stay on scholarship if I have to. My last name alone will get me whatever I want here. Mother, you don't get to run me. I'm my own person and I'm not your slave."

And as she talked, Niles' eyes went wide in fear. He knew exactly who C.C. was, he knew who her whole family was, but could she really be that powerful to be accepted around without her fortune? Though he didn't understand, he knew that his lover was standing up not only for herself, but for him as well. Niles never thought he could have pictured C.C. Babcock standing up to her mother the way she is now, but it was nice to know she had the ability to do so. He knew that she had been dying to do it for quite some time, and she mentioned it quite a lot, but none of that mattered anymore. Sayings, speeches, and other unrequited words were now coming out of C.C.'s wordless mouth and he was happy.

"C.C. Babcock. Do you need me to get your father involved in this?"

"Go ahead, mother! I'm not changing my mind about anything." C.C. stood up from her bed, "Niles is my boyfriend, yes. That I'm not denying. Not only was it hurting him, but it was hurting me, too. I can't stand to see him hurt that way. If it means giving up my money for this man, I will."

"How can you say that? I thought we raised you better than that, Chastity Clair." B.B. thought her heart would drop as her daughter dropped a bomb into her world, but there wasn't any stopping her. She knew her daughter well, even if she hadn't been around much.

"You did, mother! But you had affairs with all of our butlers, all of the men who cleaned the mansion. So. Don't start about mine being wrong. Just because dad fired them all because of it, doesn't mean this is anything like that," she felt tears trickle her eye as she was on the verge of tears. "I love Niles.! And I'll be with him if I want."

B.B. felt as if her whole world had ended, "you knew about the affairs?"

"I knew everything, mother. Dad and I may have not saw a lot of each other in person, but he called hell of a lot."

"Don't curse at me, Chastity."

"I'll do whatever I want."

C.C. screamed out into the air, surely knowing everyone outside the dorm heard her angry and hurtful words toward her mother. The best thing about it, her mother wouldn't care, because she knows she deserves it.

"I guess you will."

She sighed a relief out into the air. C.C. couldn't believe her mother had given up that easily, but she was getting old and growing tired of her daughter's constant complaining about how boring her life was. B.B. actually thought it would be good for her.

"Good. Then, I guess I'll speak to you some other time."

"You will. Love you, Chastity."

"You, too."

She laid the phone down next to her, anger still boiling inside of her. C.C. felt as if her heart had been ripped out, but this fight left her feeling whole for the first time. She hadn't thought she could actually stand up to her mother, but she had. It felt refreshing to herself, like she was actually living for the first time. She was numb at the feeling – only because it felt so good. The tears that still threatened to spill over her eyes, though, were happy tears. C.C. no longer needed to cry over her mother's outbursts, or the fact that her mother actually does hate her and only wants her to have an heir to the money. It will no longer haunt her in her sleep and during the day while she was awaken. Because, it would no longer matter. C.C. had finally learned how to stand up for herself and to understand that she could have anything she wanted – even without the money. So. If her parents wanted her so badly for the fortune – instead of letting her sister, D.D., or her brother, Noel, had it, then they would have to learn to compromise with her about her reasoning.

"Did you just stand up to your mother?"

C.C. nodded her head, "I did."

Niles could feel the tension in the room, as if he could cut it with a knife. But, it was a good kind of tension, if that were possible.

"Niles, I stood up to my mother and she didn't threaten me, but tell me I can't and I'll prove you wrong. I've finally proved her wrong."

"It's a miracle."

He maneuvered his way back toward his girlfriend, thinking this would be the time to console her.

"It is," breaking out of her trance, she looked up at him, standing. "I-"

"Don't speak, this is a time for silence. When you've taken all you can, be the bigger person and walk away."

He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. Niles hadn't ever felt the need for silence like he had now, but it felt necessary now. If they hadn't been both at Eton, she wouldn't have stood up to her mother. But they both were, while others roamed the hallways that were left, and she had been the bigger person in this. If C.C. had learned one thing from her mother – Difficult people are very important, they teach you tolerance and acceptance.

"It's getting terribly close to Monday, you know." Fran leaned up against the wall. "We're going back tomorrow," she let a frown bestowal up on her face. "I don't want to go back, honey."

"But we have to, darling. Just think, we'll have another weekend soon and we'll get to do this again."

"Yeah, you're right."

She turned to walk into the living room, Maxwell behind her. Fran had barely talked to Freida the whole weekend, the least she could do is say hi, since she had taken her in to let her live with her. She had done a very good thing for Fran and she had only thanked her twice. She felt she owed her aunt more than just two thanks. But she wasn't exactly sure how she could pay back her only aunt.

"Hey, Freida."

Her aunt turned around to face the couple, a ghostly pale face. She shook her head in a no-fashion. Fran's face tuned quizzical, but she didn't back down as she saw that her aunt was on the phone.

"Who is it, Aunt Freida?"

"Um," she reached her niece the phone.

"Hello!"

"Frannie, sweetie," Sylvia Fine's voice rang through the phone. "How do you like England?"

She deadpanned.

"I love it here, it's wonderful."

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that."

Fran sat down onto the couch, fearing of the next words to leave Sylvia's mouth. "Why would you say that?"

"Because it seems I've made a terrible mistake sending you to live with Freida," she spoke lightly. "I want you to return home to us, sweetheart."

Her eyes quickly teared up as she stared at her aunt.

"You don't want me!"

"I want you home now, dear."

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