The Truths Behind the Life of Maeve Sun Lively

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I HAD A BLANKET HOOKED around me when I woke up in Rosalie's study room, my laptop on the desk in front of me with my scattered pages of notes. It must have been around two or three a.m. when the recorder played itself out, and I probably fell asleep as it finished.

I opened my laptop to check if I managed to sum up the main points and events of what happened and thankfully I did. But the thought of going through the same recorder again and listening to Maeve tell her story didn't sound so bad to me either.

Just as I look at the clock to check the time I jump up in surprise when there's a sudden knock at the already left opened door.

Carlise, who was in her classic rose velvet red robe, stood by it, a mug in her hands.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

I brush my bangs to the side and quickly gather my things in my arms. "It's fine actually, did I really fall asleep in here?" I point at the blanket I left on the seat, and now I wonder if Rosalie placed those around me. Why would she?

Carlise laughs a little too heartedly. "I think so."

She brings me to the kitchen and as she fixes the both of us some breakfast I try to organize the bunch of random notes I took on my laptop and notebook. But then I remember what had happened last night, with her and...Rosalie.

"So you're back...I thought you weren't going to come back. I mean, at least not that quick"

She has an apron tied around her waist, and as she turns around I see that it was a pretty old apron with old trended flower patterns knitted on. "What was that?"

I think I'm the kind of person who misspeaks or asks the wrong questions, and right now was exactly one of those situations. Except curiosity does get the better of me.

"You just suddenly left last night and right before, what was going on with you and Rosalie?"

She turns her back toward me again while making pancakes, and those long black hair reminds me of Klarise Kong from when she was around her thirties. Was it the time when she had already gotten plastic surgery?

"Ever heard of fights, Izzy? That's what it was, she was being unreasonable, I was mad and I needed some air. And as simple as it is, I come back here when I'm done being mad." Her voice sped up too quickly and there is a tone to it.

"You still sound mad."

She laughs, but it wasn't one of those kind laughs Carlise Kong gave out. "Of course I am! How would I not be when she——" She stops and instead of continuing, she uses her spatula to spoon over the pancakes. A little too aggressively.

"When she what? What did Rosalie do?"

She shoots around, spatula still in hand, and now I could see just how huge her eyes were and the small resemblances she held of her father's side, even though she looked more like her mother. "I'm not blaming you for asking questions, since you are a paparazzi after all. But if Rosalie doesn't tell you any of this, then I can't tell you."

I shut up and go back into organizing my notes until she hands me and herself fresh made pancakes. She sits across from me and lets out a sigh.

"I'm sorry for asking too many things." She smiles at me as I say this. With excuse. "It's just that there's so many questions I have, and you're the only one here right now."

"I think I can't understand you but I get where you're coming from. It's fine, Izzy, I mean I would have so many questions if I were you too." Her eyes flicker away for a moment and there it was again. That thing she and Rosalie does. They both know something, or somethings about me that they're not telling. I want to argue but before I could my phone starts ringing.