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-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 14- ༄ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍...
When she was forced to marry Charles De Lune, a pureblood boy that held his allegiance to his pureblood family. The De Lune's planned their collaboration with the Bell's as soon as Maria was born, planning their marriage since they could walk.
Maria despised Charles. Not because he was a bad man, in fact, he was amazing, but only because he wasn't him. He wasn't the muggle boy she'd fallen in love with at 15.
The muggle boy's name was Jameson, and to her he was the most brilliant creature she'd ever seen. He adored how she danced, walked talked, and he adored him just the same. She didn't care much for blood status, or supremacy. She simply saw the man she'd wish to spend the rest of her life with. Her parents forbid their relationship, because he was a muggle, and instead forced her into a marriage with an older man.
Maria wanted out of her life, out of the family, out of the marriage, she simply wanted Jameson. So she did. She left. She left the day she found out she was pregnant with her first and last child, figuring Jameson loved her as much as she loved him, and would happily take care of the child with her as her own. She packed her belongings when Charles long gone at a meeting, and left for Devon.
The moment she reached Devon, she sprinted to Jameson's small family owned bakery. The one she'd spent months in with him, meeting his family and sneaking kisses between his shifts. She heaved as she arrived in front of the bakery, glancing through the large glass window, to see Jameson, with another woman. Both their ring fingers were decorated in sparkling wedding rings. The woman was beautiful of course, and pregnant. Very, very pregnant. Her world collapsed, and she returned home. Home to Charles, and him to her new family she was forced into having.
Everytime she looked at her daughter, she saw the woman in the bakery. Through the years, her brain had morphed their faces together, Maria convincing herself y/n looked like the women kissing Jameson. Through slapping, screaming and manipulating, Maria had healed her broken heart, simply imaging y/n was the woman from the bakery.
I mean, they did look similar.
"Who does ballet?" Tom asked Ana, who guided him back to his room after breakfast the next morning. Ana stopped in her tracks, before staring at him.
"Well, miss De Lune, of course." Ana said matter-of-factly. Tom paused.
"Y/n?" He questioned. How could he not know this?
"Yes of course...she hasn't told you?" Ana asked. Tom shook his head no. Ana sighed, opening the studio's door entirely, revealing a large room, the walls covered in mirrors. One mirror in particular caught Tom's eye. A mirror matched the walls around it, but this mirror was covered in pictures of a large, palace-like building.
"Does she still dance?" Tom asked. Ana looked down.
"Well, I've been hoping she'd start again but, I'm not sure...it's been almost a year. I know she misses it deep down." Ana explained. Tom internalized this information.
"Why did she stop?"
"Well, Chandler...." Ana mumbled, sticking her hands together, as she walked towards the picture covered wall, peeling off a photograph of y/n with a lengthy boy.
"Chandler?"
"Her old dance partner. The only person she's ever danced with since she started. He died..." Ana explained. Tom felt his stomach twist. Y/n, with a fear of death and abandonment, check. Then it clicked.
"Chandler...Rey?" He asked. Ana nodded. Marina's brother. It all added up. The boys had involved the girls in their group the year Chandler had died to help not only Marina with her loss, but y/n who most likely took his death the hardest.
"Oh..." he whispered, memories of their argument from last night flashed into his mind.
zada says: filler chapter just for background and context.
