The Feathered Miraculous.

Chapter one

Seven years later

Elizabeth had grown up in the center of New York. She had experienced almost anything you could possibly think of to help her in the family business. Just shortly after she had moved to America she had gotten her first and only letter from her best friend Adrian. It was mostly made up of childish drawings and little diagrams he drew for her, but Mrs. Agreste had written saying that she should follow her dream. She still had that card. Sitting in a frame on her nightstand.

As the years went by she sent countless letters to the Agreste's and to her father, but the only reply she got was when her father sent a letter saying Mrs. Agreste had passed. With her mother working and her father sending weekly allowance, she was able to pick up ballet classes at the local ballet school. She had been doing that since she turned 9. As she got older she got better, so much she was told to audition for the New York ballet company, at the age of 11, for the nutcracker. To her surprise, she had gotten accepted and was able to join the company. Shortly after joining the company, she was asked to be a model. It was mainly for ballet but also fashion. So after two long and rigorous years of ballet, and modeling, she finally decided to take a break and visit her mother in their apartment.

"Mama I'm home!" She said putting her bags at the side of the couch. The apartment was a small two-bedroom one bath. But to Elizabeth, it was cozy and home. "My dear! It's wonderful for you to be able to visit!" Her mother said it their native tongue "I wouldn't trade it for the world mama." She replied hugging her mother, who had just gotten out of her seat in the living room

The two women sat down on the Love seat and told each other about their lives from the past two years. Elizabeth found out that her mother was now the CEO of a big company, and was also creating a better work environment for her employees. While she told her mother everything she had done at the academy, in the company and her side job as a model. They conversed well into the night until the Home phone abruptly rang. Her mother quickly got up from the couch and retrieved the phone to answer it. "Hello this is Grace, may I ask who this is?" She asked in English " Oh Anthony! What a pleasure to hear from you!" She replied after a moment I smiled at the sound of my father's name. My parents didn't leave on the best of terms but I'm glad it worked out.

I picked up my bags and went to my room. Setting them down at the foot of my bed, I quickly jumped on it relaxing into the blankets and pillows. I was dosing off when my mother entered the room holding the phone out to me. " He wants to speak to you, honey." She said handing it off to me

"Hello, papa." I said in French into the phone "Hello my little dove! How are you?" He instantly replied
"I'm doing alright. Just got back from the ballet academy and modeling for a bit. How's work?" I said "Oh wonderful! The Agreste's really do miss you here. On the topic of work, I need you to come back to Paris to start working for us. You're getting old enough to start learning the ropes of the business. Plus Adrian would really like you to come back after his mother passed away and you moved he's never been the same." He talked, almost lecturing me

I sighed knowing this day would happen. The day where all of my work building myself up in America would all come crumbling down. "If I come back would I be able to join a company and model?" I asked with grim undertones in my voice "Of course darling and I can get you set up with Adrian's modeling company!" He replied ignoring the ballet part of the question "Well I just booked your ticket for tomorrow afternoon so get ready to come home to me." He quickly hung up the phone not bothering to say goodbye. "I love you too." I whispered as I took the phone away from my ear

I had told my mother what had happened on the phone that night. She was upset but happy that I had decided to go and live with my father again. She said she wanted me to still have that father-daughter bond with him and that it would be a great adventure. So we spent as long as we could with each other that night and into the next day before I left the place I called my home for seven years.

As I waved goodbye and boarded the plane, having my father being overdramatic and getting me first class, I couldn't help but think that nothing would be the same from my childhood.

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Thanks for reading. I'm glad I am able to make something that others enjoy reading. Hopefully, I'll be able to write more but that depends on classes this semester.

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