Petrova Princess (1) editing

The party is over

Zoella
After a very awkward dinner, I decided to go to bed. There's not much I can do; Margot is 17 and wants to have fun and experience life, and that's perfectly fine—that's what young people are supposed to do. However, I can't sit in a room with the Mikaelsons, constantly worrying about two people just having fun. I've taught my daughter right from wrong, and she texted me, so I know she's alright.
Me
Hey Margot, I hope you are ok. Love you, have fun, be safe. Text me if you need anything, and let me know if you are staying out. xx

Margot
hey, we are both ok. Love you, and yeah, we are saying out bye. See you tomorrow xx

Me
That's fine. Have fun, and text our Driver to pick you up when ready. Love you XX

Margot
Thank you xx

But she knows that if she needs me, I'll be there faster than anything. However, she needs to experience life
independently, just like Hope. I have an excellent feeling that today will bring some uncomfortable conversations.

As I sat in the kitchen, the Mikaelsons appeared. "Good morning! Did you sleep well?"

Klaus looked at me and replied, "No, I didn't sleep well because my daughters didn't come home. They could be anywhere, and here you are, sitting with a cup of coffee."

I smiled at him. "You haven't changed a bit. Everything has to be on your terms. They are not puppets; they don't dance to the beat of your drum. They can do what they like because this is the 21st century, where young adults have a say in their freedom when they reach the age of 16. How old are your daughters? That's right—16 and 17. They make their own choices now, and you need to get off that high horse and realise that it isn't illegal."

"We understand that they can make their own choices. We're just concerned," Elijah said, looking at me.

"Do you know why you're so concerned? It's because you've never given Hope the freedom to make her own choices. You wrapped her in bubble wrap to keep her by your side for her entire life. You freak out when that little girl breaks free and tastes a bit of freedom. That will break her confidence in you."I looked at them all.

"Hope is my daughter; she's mine; I raised her. All I wanted to do was keep her safe. Now, she could be anywhere," Hayley said, looking at me.

"I didn't say Hope belonged to me because she doesn't, but I can see that you're suffocating her. When that happens, kids start to fight back, and that's when you start to worry because you don't know where they are. But that's the difference between us: I know where my child is; she's at a friend's house with her sister. I know that because I have ground rules. She texts me because we have trust between us. Maybe you should try that with your child." I looked at her.

"Are you saying I don't know how to parent my child? I've been doing a pretty good job for 16 years. She spends one day with your daughter, and suddenly, she's partying. Does that not tell you something?" Hayley said, looking at me.

"You think that just because Hope has met Margot, she suddenly wants to go out and drink? You need to keep your opinions to yourself. Do you think Hope doesn't want to go to parties and have fun? Of course, you didn't let her. You kept her under your thumb, pushing her to the edge. Now you're trying to blame my child? You are something. Maybe you should take responsibility because your parenting skills made your daughter feel insecure about telling you how she was feeling," I said, smiling at them.

Rebekah quickly stepped into the conversation before it turned into an argument. "Okay, both of you, that's enough. We don't know what Hope thought so that Zoella could be right. Maybe our constant worrying and protecting pushed her to the edge. We won't know until we speak to Hope about it. Why are you looking at this from a negative point of view?"

Klaus looked at her. "How are we supposed to look at it?"

"You're supposed to look at it this way: your daughters are spending time together; they are becoming sisters, and that is something we should be happy about," Rebekah said.

Freya looked at all of us. "I know there is a lot of history between all of you, some of which I don't know, but I do know that those two girls are the most special things on this planet, especially to the people in this room. Yes, we need to protect them both, but Zoella is right: suffocating them will not help. Most importantly, we all need to stop arguing," she said, looking at us all.

Just as Elijah was about to reply, the front door swung open, followed by loud laughter.

"Mummy, mummy, we are home!" Margot exclaimed while laughing.

We walked into the living room to see Hope and Margot collapsing onto the couch.

They both looked at us and said, "Hi, we missed you," completely drunk.

Katherine walked down the stairs and stood next to me. "Hi, sweetie! Are you okay?" she asked Margot.

"Of course I am, Kat! I feel like I'm on cloud nine. What's with your faces? You look like you've been hit with a baseball bat," Margot said, looking at Klaus and Elijah.

"No, big sister, those two," Hope said, pointing to Klaus and Elijah, "always look like that. Trust me, I've been watching them for 16 years." Hope then pushed her head back onto the cushion.

I tried so hard not to laugh; watching them was very entertaining.

When Klaus sat before them, he said, "Who said you could go out?"

They both looked at him. "We didn't ask anyone. We just wanted to go have fun, and Will did," Hope replied with attitude, glancing at her father.

Hayley looked at her daughter. "You didn't tell us where you were going. You were missing, and we were worried, so yes, we have a problem with that, Hope," she said.

"You're always worried, always trying to protect me, which means you lock me up and keep me away from the world. Just because you were terrible people in the past, with all your enemies wanting to kill me—it's a joke! You put my head on the chopping block years ago. I listened to all the crap you told me about being safe all the time, but right now, I'm done. I want to live my life to the fullest. I will be going out more often to have fun. I want to date and go out with friends, and you won't stop me!" Hope growled.

Klaus stared in shock at both of his daughters.

"Yes, we want to go. So we did. Do you have a problem with that?" Margot said defiantly.

"Yes, I do. You need my permission to go anywhere. Do you both understand?" Klaus replied, looking sternly at the girls.

Margot shot him a challenging look. "I don't think so. I don't need your permission to do anything. I do what I want, when, and with whom I want. If you don't like that, tough. I don't take orders from anyone, especially not from a man who hasn't been in my life until now. So back off and leave us alone," Margot asserted.

"She doesn't need to do anything. We've already had this conversation; my daughter does need your approval for anything she does. This isn't helping anyone. They are drunk. Let them sleep it off, and then we'll have a decent discussion. Girls, why don't you head up to bed? You can sleep in Margot's room. I'll bring you some coffee," Klaus said, trying to regain control of the situation.

Both girls stood up from the couch and walked up the stairs.

When the girls were halfway up the stairs, they stopped and looked at us. "By the way, we found a man at the front door on the way in. He said he was part of the family. I don't know; I'm going to bed," Margot said.

"It's Marcel, Margot," Hope shouted from the stairs.

We all turned to look at the door, where my son stood in complete shock. "Marcel," I called out.

He looked at me and said, "Hey, Mom."

Katherine glanced at us and remarked, "Well, that was fun." Klaus shot her an evil look.