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-Amelia-

*The day before*

It was only a day later that Alice called. I had been walking with an orange in my hand, going back to the table to finish breakfast with Father and Grandfather. I was still dressed in my sister's PJ's, comfortable and at ease.

Throwing the orange up and down, I strolled through the hallway, whistling. So far living with Father had been great! I got to know so much about him that I never knew, and I couldn't wait to learn more! Even if I wondered why Dad didn't ever tell me much about him, I was happy getting to stay here. So far, it had been a real blast. Smiling to myself I moved a bit quicker to get back to Father again.

Turning a corner and still whistling, I heard Ludwig call my name. "-..Alice?" I looked up. "Yes?" Walking to him I saw he was holding the phone, moving it away from his mouth to look at me, slightly confused. "Oh.. It sounded like you were on the phone- I'm sorry, who did you wish to speak with?" He put the phone near his mouth again and I moved closer in curiosity. After a moments pause he blinked in surprise. "Alice? One moment please." He moved the phone away again to move towards me.

I raised an eyebrow as he tried handing me the phone. "It's a Mildred Simmons... Sounded like your twin- If you ever had one." He said quickly, covering up what I already knew. Well, I guess I knew who was calling then. Hiding a smirk with a smile I nodded and took it. I laughed a bit and shook my finger at him. "Hm? Twin? Ahah, very funny. Mildred?" I spoke into the phone now, watching as Ludwig left, almost flinching at the whisper-yell that came next.

"It's Alice you twit, now get somewhere alone!" I nodded even though she couldn't see me and quickly checked my surroundings. No one around. I looked quickly for a hiding spot and found the closet. Opening up the door I shoved myself in there with the phone before closing it and turning the light on. "Okay, I'm here." I said, keeping my voice hushed, and back to normal. "Great. How is it going there?" She asked, making me grin. "Omigosh! Father's incredible! I cannot believe I have lived my entire life without knowing him! He's pretty and smart and I love how he designs gowns! Oh, and I got him talking about how he and Dad met and what happened between them- and if you ask me...-"

"Amelia, stop!" Alice barked out. "I get that you are enjoying time with Father, but we have a major problem. You're going to need to bring him out here immediately." The grin on my face quickly dropped. What?! "Immediately?! Are you nuts! I've had only one day with him. I'm just getting to know him too. I can't! I refuse." I stated, folding my arms and blowing out my cheeks. What in the world was her deal? I just got here! Didn't she want to spend time with Dad? I thought this was what the plan was all about!

"But this is an emergency! Dad's in love!" She then cried out, causing me to shut up, mind and all. I looked into the closet for a second thinking, before what she said clicked. I rolled my eyes and started to laugh, brushing it off. "Get out of here. Dad doesn't fall in love. I mean not seriously- Except for Father of course." I added the last part, smiling warmly. Father really was a great Father.

"Amelia, trust me." She continued, tone concerned. "He's serious about this one. He's always holding her hand, kissing her neck, waiting on her hand and-"

"Wait...her?! There is no possible way he's in love if it's a her!" I shook my head in disbelief. She really must have not gotten along with him if she was telling me this. Yet luckily she messed up and I caught onto her plan. Maybe I could give her advice to deal with him. Honestly he did go off the deep-end sometimes...

I was going to continue but hearing her scoff, I knew this wasn't going to go down easily. "I'm just as confused as you are! But it's true, he's acting like a lovesick fool! I swear I'm telling the truth!"

I stopped my quick reply from leaving my lips at this. The tone she was using was really desperate and I could feel a pang hit my chest. That's how I sounded when I was being honest and trying to make my point. I realized then, she was really telling the truth. But...that meant Dad really was in love... I leaned back and hit the wall, sliding down to sit. "R-Really?" She paused a moment before answering. "Yes, and to be honest, it's kind of gross."

I scowled. "Well, you'll just have to break 'em up! Sabotage her. Do whatever you have to!" This was unfair. Only after a day with the person I never got to see in the passed fourteen years, we were already getting separated again! I didn't want to go, and I was willing to put up the best fight I could manage to get me some more time.

"Hey, I'm trying, but I am at a slight disadvantage. I only met Dad a few hours ago, and I want to get to know him too. And leaving a bad impression is not exactly my forte. You have to help me." Oh, so she was doing fine with him after-all. It was just this new lady. Frowning deeper I sucked in a deep breath.

"Alice, I can't. I want more time with Father." I kept my tone final, making sure she knew where I was standing. I looked around for a way to end this conversation, hoping I could put off leaving Father too soon by doing so. Finding a jacket I looked through the pockets to find a hard candy in plastic wrapping. I grew an evil grin, hiding away the guilt as I popped the candy into my mouth and crinkled the plastic over the mouthpiece on the phone.

"Amelia I-" I started to move the wrapper and called out, tone full of fake concern. "Alice, are you still there?! I can barely hear you...Ali...-" I made sure she had no time to figure out my plan and slammed the phone down triumphantly.

Opening the door I crawled out to meet three pairs of shoes. Slowly looking up I met eyes with Father, who was standing with Grandfather and Ludwig. I laughed nervously and sat up, trying to ignore the looks I was getting. "Heh...I had a phone call." I said, speaking like Alice again. "It was from a friend at camp.- It's an old camp tradition-... Talk to your best friend from inside a closet...! Kinda stupid, I know but..." I cut myself off before grinning again, as Ludwig became more puzzled and Father with Grandfather furrowed their eyebrows. I gulped before standing, hoping they didn't think I was crazy. "So... Breakfast anyone?"

~The next day~

It was in the evening, and I was enjoying a peaceful dinner along with Father and Grandfather. As I was munching on a carrot, Ludwig came by with a bottle, refilling the glasses to the two adults. "Thank you, Ludwig." Father said, before taking his glass and sipping some. "This is some fantastic wine by the way, Ludwig." Grandfather commented, making me perk in interest. Wine you say?

Clearing my throat I got his attention and gestured to the drink. "May I have a sip?" He raised an eyebrow before looking at Father. He smiled and nodded. "I don't think you're going to like it though." Taking the glass I nodded before swirling it confidently, and passing it under my nose. Sniffing lightly, I then took a healthy sip. I tutted my tongue to get some extra flavor before handing it back. "If you ask me, the bouguet is a little too robust for Merlot. But then again, I am partial to the softer California grape." This caused the two to laugh and snicker while Ludwig walked over to me to fill my glass up with water.

Glancing around I looked to find that he was holding a piece of paper. I saw a drawn dog with a cartoon bubble coming out of it's mouth. Inside the bubble read some numbers. I leaned forward some as Ludwig started to move back. Yet instead of stopping I kept my eyes on the numbers till I saw them as '9.1.1.!', leaning more before I felt right off my chair with a yelp. Ludwig straightened quickly in shock while Father stood. "Are you alright?" On the floor I shook my head before shooting up to stand. I nodded and chuckled.

"Had one sip too many, I guess!" I took a step back and glanced around. This wasn't the place to make a call to the person who sent that FAX. "You know Father, I feel like I could use a bit of fresh air. Would you mind if I stepped outside for a moment?" He nodded quickly, moving a bit from the table. "Of course. Are you okay? Would you like me to come with you?" I shook my head and waved him off lightly. "No, no. I'll be fine... Just got a touch of woozy, that's all." After that I quickly rushed off, grabbing my coat and going out the door.

Boy, wasn't I glad I could blame it on the wine...

~A few minutes later~

A bit out a breath, I jumped into the red telephone booth near the house, and closed the door. Grabbing the phone I barked out to the operator I needed to make a call to home. Taking in deep breaths I waited for it to connect. It wasn't even a full ring before Alice picked up.

"Amelia? Thank goodness you got my fax! I'm absolutely desperate." Her tone was a bit strange and I furrowed my eyebrows. "What's up? Why the 9.1.1.?" There was a small pause, making a shiver run up my spine. "Dad's getting married." She stated quietly, and I raised both my eyebrows in shock. Laughing a bit nervously, I shook my head. "Whaddya mean, 'getting married'?" Please don't let this be true... Please...

"I mean black tie, white gown- the whole scone and butter!" She shouted, sounding very frustrated and scared. "The wedding's in two weeks, so if there is any hope of getting Father and Dad back together, we've got to do this fast!" I nodded quickly and gripped my hair and groaning. I didn't even know it would be so soon that he was getting married! But I didn't even think of blaming Alice, as she sounded stressed enough and she probably just got the news herself. We just needed to get the show on the road now.

"Okay... Father and I are going to the theatre tonight. I can drop the bomb on him first thing in the morning." I couldn't help but add more time with Father, seeing as there might be a possibility the plan wouldn't work, so I compromised."Thank you. Give Father a kiss for me, willya? And Grandfather too." She accepted it quickly, sounded like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. "And Amelia? Please hurry." I smiled lightly and nodded, a new mission on my mind.

As much as I wanted to start planning alone and figureing this out, I noticed someone was waiting for the phone. I quickly opened the door after hanging up and hopped out, accidentally bumping into them. "Oh, excuse me!" I said, before the person faced me and revealed that it was Grandfather. I felt my stomach drop and my eyes widen. "Uh-oh..." I squeaked out as he calmly put an arm around my shoulders, leading me away from the phone booth.

"What do ye say about us taking a little stroll into ta park, young lady? I think it's time we had a talk." I winced at his words.

Busted.

~The next morning~

"Ah, Medemoiselle. Je l'aurai demain. Je suis dans l'attente de votre réponse. Merci, au revoir."

Father's voice echoed out of his room from where I was standing in the hallway. I was feeling like I was going to throw up while I stood, holding onto my locket tightly. Grandfather, who was next to me, put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and nudged me to go. I looked up at him, uncertain. He only met my eyes and smiled, pushing me to walk. It was time.

After taking the first step, I got the nerve to go all the way to his room. Pausing briefly to look back at Grandfather, I moved to peek into Father's room. He was sitting comfortably on his bed, back against the pillows, drawing. There was a small smile on his face as he sketched, making worry hit me like a brick. Just what would he think after I told him...?

He looked up and I locked eyes with him. "Hi sweetie. Come on in." He greeted, smiling and patting the space next to him on the bed. I gulped before going into his room and climbing up to where he was. When I was settled next to him, and partially under the covers, he put and arm around me. "I just have to finish this sketch and Fed Ex it to Paris. After, would you mind it terribly if we went out to lunch and spent the rest of the day getting lost in stores?"

I didn't look at him as I messed with my hands, nervous to speak. Grandfather helped me pick out the right words, I just had to say them now. Glancing at him, with a frown on my face I shook my head. "I can't. Father, I'm sorry, but I have to go out of town today..." I was still using Alice's voice. He didn't speak for a moment but I could tell he didn't get it. "Oh? You have to go out of town?" He spoke lightly, humor washing his words. "And where may I ask, are you going?"

I couldn't look at him anymore. The fear of him hating me was getting too much. I quickly squirmed under the covers, silent. "Alice?" Father asked, the amusement slipping from his tone. "That's where I have to go." I said, voice muffled by the covers that smelled strongly of tea. "I have to go see Alice." A split second went by and he hummed. "I see. And where would Alice be?" He still didn't seem to get it. I squeezed my eyes shut, dreading what I was about to say next.

"She's in Napa, with her Dad, Alfred Jones."

I heard his breath hitch before it went silent. I was stuck under the soft covers, shaking and scared at what might happen next. I opened my eyes to see that he was pulling the blankets slowly to look at me. "You're not Alice?" His voice quiet, and in shock. I nodded and noticed that he had tears in his eyes. "T-That would be correct..."

"You're Amelia..." He stated next. I nodded. "I am." I sat up and faced him fully, speaking as myself now. "Alice and I met at a camp. We decided to switch places. I'm sorry, but I just wanted to see you! I dreamt of meeting you my whole life and Alice felt the same way about Dad, so we just...switched lives. I hope you're not mad because I love you so much and I just hope one day you can love me as me...and not Alice." I took in a shakey breath, watching as he opened and closed his mouth, looking for words. He then just pulled me into a tight hug.

"Oh, sweetheart, I've loved you your whole life! Just because I wasn't there, didn't mean I loved you any less." I nodded and hugged him back, feeling better that he wasn't angry with me. "Why didn't you tell me it was you all along?" He questioned next. "...I was scared." I confessed, before turning to the door. Grandfather had tears running down his cheeks and he looked very moved at what just happened. Ludwig was there too and when he noticed that we were looking, he moved Grandfather back, closing the door after them. Yet even once it was shut, it didn't block out the happy cries Father's brother let out.

I laughed lightly, sniffed, and moved the tears that were about to fall. Turning to Father again, I sat up straighter. "I guess that means you have to switch us back now, huh?" He nodded. "Legally, you belong to your Dad, and Alice belongs to me." Well, at least the next part of the plan was coming up. I scrunched up my nose and looked away. "'Your's', 'His'... No offence, Father, but this arrangement really sucks." He chuckled, nodding again." I agree, it definitely sucks. I don't want to lose you now that we're together."

I held a smirk down and leaned against the pillows, sighing. "Well, I guess we'll just have to fly to Napa, see Alice and Dad to work this whole thing out." Out of the corner of my eye, he looked a bit in thought, though he was still able to answer. "I guess we will." I moved my head quickly to where he was and tilted my head. "Will you be nervous about seeing Dad again?" If he wasn't really paying attention to the conversation, he was now. He flinched before scoffing and sticking his nose up in the air. "No, of course not!"

He paused to look at me before smiling softly and petting my head. "I can handle seeing Alfred F. Jones after all these years just fine! People see their ex's all the time, don't they? Not to worry, dear. I'll take care of everything." I only nodded and smiled.

I didn't know Dad had a middle name.

~The next morning~

After packing all of my things, and double checking that I had Tonny, I went to check up on Father. As I was walking to his bedroom again, I saw Ludwig was ahead, turning into the room. I was just about to follow him when Father's panicked voice made me halt.

"I'm sorry I just can't handle this!" He said loudly, causing me to cover my mouth in fear of having him find out I was there. "I haven't seen Mister Alfred Jones in over fourteen years- and suddenly I am flying halfway across the world to...! I don't think I am mature enough for this! If the man didn't make me so bloody nuts, I'd still be married to him!" The way he kept fussing, I think it was obvious he still liked him. A sense of relief came in me, knowing this now.

I heard a few noises and assumed that Ludwig was helping Father pack while he talked. "We came up with this-...arrangement, so we'd never have to see each other again! So why-" He cut off and grumbled quickly to himself. "Look at me, Ludwig. Have you ever seen me like this? Don't answer that." The sounds of him pacing started up and then I started to worry a bit. Was he going to be fine? "What-...What if he doesn't recognize me? Be honest, Ludwig. How old do I look?- No, wait, don't answer that either. Hey, what am I so worried about?" He said stopping, sounding a bit happier now. "He could be bald! Or, or, even fat! Probably from all those burgers he scarfed down too!"

I raised an eyebrow at this and shook my head lightly. He was seriously going off his rocker now. Ludwig seemed to agree. "Actually, from what Amelia has been saying, he is quite the 'hunk'. And so are you, sir, so don't worry too much." Father scoffed loudly in response and the pacing started up again. "Ludwig, it just so happens I'm not remarried by choice. While I have had my opportunities in love...- I have had my share of callers!"

"Not lately..." Ludwig responded, sounding a little bored. "I just said that!" Father barked out, stopping again. "Amelia said he was a 'hunk', huh?... He was rather dashing. He used to make me weak at the knees, if you can imagine that..." Noticing that he sounded calmer and in thought, I felt like it was my time to come in. I hesitated a bit too much though, and he yelped as if something burned him. "Is that a grey hair!?" Alright, I think that was enough...

I walked in, a smile on my face and set my carry-on his bed, noticing how he stiffened up. "All set, Father." I chirped. He nodded, suddenly composed, and not at all the fussy being he was a while ago. "Good. Me too." He paused as we both looked at his suitcase. "Almost." He corrected, glancing at it again. "...Not quite." He tried again while I raised an eyebrow, not really impressed.

"Father, your suitcase is totally empty..." He blinked and looked at it again. "Oh. Right... Sorry... Did you speak to your Dad, dear?" I glanced at Ludwig who was looking at me with a serious expression, before looking back at my frazzled Father. I smiled."Uh, yeah! I just hung up with him, actually. He said he was really anxious to see you." He paled a tiny bit before messing with his hands. "He-he did? Anxious-nervous, l-like he's dreading it, or anxious-excited like... he's looking forward to it?" I tried not to notice Ludwig's piecing glare before easing my Father a bit and nodding happily. "Anxious-excited, definitely."

Ludwig squinted at me as Father nodded, once again thinking. I ignored him before handing Father a piece of paper. "He said we'll be meeting tomorrow at noon at the Four Seasons in San Francisco." At that he froze. "Tomorrow? My, my...That's incredibly soon, isn't it?" Sucking in a deep breath he offered a smile to me. "Well, Amelia, why don't you go run downstairs and gather our tickets from your Grandfather while I finish up here?" I gave a salute before leaving the room, knowing Ludwig was following after me.

"You sneaky little betrüger!" He whisper-yelled at me. I turned around and shushed him before moving a hand across my neck, like a knife. We both understood it was probably best if Father didn't know that Dad wasn't even aware of Alice's position yet, so the half-glare he gave me didn't matter much as I walked down the hallway. Glancing back we met eyes and I waved at him a little, watching him go back into Father's room again. I sighed to myself before going down the steps. I really hope everything is going to go okay this afternoon...

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