There she was, standing in Cruella's grand hall.
Her skin were almost wrinkle free, which was astounding as she was 68 years old.
Her hair was naturally white and black, it was long with defined waves, like Cruella's.
She had a cane on which the handle was sculpted as a silver tiger head with diamond teeth and eyes.
She wore a floor length black tube dress encrusted with diamonds.
Her coat were very big and made out of black wolf that swept over the floor. Her smoke stick were black with diamonds.
She wore gloves that were made out of the finest silk money could buy, and her jewels were black diamonds. A big jointed necklace and paisley sculpted earrings. Her hat was structured with dotted veiling.
Cruella was slowly walking down the stairs, her hand on the railing. She was mentally reading her mother up and down, from top to toe.
Cruella was furious that her mother had dared to come here. Who did she think she was? That lousy excuse of a mother.
''What are you doing here, you dusty old ragamuffin!'' Cruella demanded, standing in the middle of the staircase plateau, looking down at her.
Malevola took a step closer. Cruella yelled at her to stop. Malevola didn't care, she kept on walking up towards her daughter.
''I swear to god, I will push you down the stairs if you come one step closer!'' Cruella threatened.
Malevola stopped at that. ''Why are you being like this, Cruella?'' Malevola demanded. ''What is wrong with you?'' she asked.
Cruella took two steps down and dug her nails into her fur coat lapels, dragged her closer, and pushed her down the stairs.
She screamed before she fell flat on her behind.
''GET OUT, YOU MONSTER!'' Cruella screamed.
Malevola got up with the help of her cane.
''HOW DARE YOU PUSH ME?'' she screamed before she took one of the vases on the table next to her and threw it at Cruella.
Cruella managed to move in time and it smashed to pieces at the wall behind her.
''That's it, 'mother'! Leave this house right this instant!'' Cruella said while rushing down the stairs.
Cruella's eyes were almost turning red.
Malevola looked intensely at Cruella.
''You shouldn't wear those earrings, darling, they make your face look fat.'' Malevola said mockingly before she turned around to leave.
Cruella opened the door for her and literally kicked her out. Malevola stumbled through the doors and almost fell flat on her face in the snow.
Cruella went out with her to make sure that she drove off.
Malevola yelled at the car; '' START THE ENGINE, YOU MORON!'' while waving the cane in the air.
Cruella went closer to see who was in the car, it was Cruella's father!
Cruella stormed inside the mansion, up the stairs and in to the second floor living room and got an ancient shotgun of the wall.
She then ran to the other side of the house, opened a window and shot after the car.
Luckily for Malevola and Fredrick, they were already out of the gates.
Cruella, in blind rage ran out to her car and drove after them. Cruella was honking her horn in a crazed mania.
She was going to get them, she was going to shoot them in the face! Never again were they going to hurt her.
She wanted her revenge!
Cruella lit up a cigarette after dropping the shotgun in the seat next to her.
Alonzo was coming down in the opposite direction from her in his black van. He knew something was up as he had seen her parents further down the road.
He turned around and drove after them.
They were approaching London rapidly.
Alonzo was worried about what might happen if Cruella actually shot her parents in the middle of london. She would probably go away for life!
Alonzo started to honk his horn to get Cruella's attention, but it didn't work.
Alonzo had to improvise, so he drove his car the fastest it could into Cruella's car, making her stop to look what is was.
When she got out of her car and saw Alonzo's car right behind hers, she exploded!
''WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME! YOU IMBECILE, YOU WRETCHED, WRETCHED IMBECILE!'' she screamed at the top of her lungs while storming towards his car.
Alonzo got out of his car.
''You should think this through. If you do anything now, you might regret it later. You might even go to prison again!'' he said as fast as he could, preventing getting hit in the face.
Cruella walked back to her car and drove back to her mansion. She didn't even look at Alonzo when she drove past him.
Cruella knew he was right.
When Cruella got back to the mansion she sat down at the stairs in the hall. She was fighting the tears from emerging. 'How dared they? After all they had put me through' she thought to her self.
After cooling down for a minute, she threw off her coat and walked in to the living room. She sat down on the sofa and just looked out the window at the snow falling.
She was thinking about how she never spent any time out there and that it would be nice to fix up the whole estate for the summer. She tried her best not to think of her parents, it drove her crazy!
Her thinking were interrupted when Alonzo came in the living room.
''I got 40 000 pounds for the antiques'' he said and handed Cruella a convolute.
Cruella snatched the convolute and then looked away, still angry at him for driving into her car.
''Thank you. I have no longer any use for you here so you can leave.'' she said and handed him his 4000 pounds.
Alonzo took the money and nodded his head lightly and walked away.
Cruella went in to her study to get her mind of things. She needed at least 30 new designs if her 'Fashion Week Extravaganza' was going to happen.