freckles

* chapter one hundred and twenty five *

Claudette opened the door to her room, a knock coming from the other side. She was holding Ana like a little baby, teasing her youngest pup. "Oh hi Babe." She smiled at Hoseok, him smiling softly. "You alright?"

"Can you join us in the living room please?" He asked, his mood definitely not where it usually was.

Claudette's smile faded, setting Ana down. "Yeah, of course." Her heart dropped even more when she walked into the kitchen, everyone sat at the kitchen table, looking nervous. "What happened?" She asked, slowly sitting in her seat.

"Nothing, really bad." Namjoon tried, glancing at the others. "It's just a bit, confusing."

Claudette looked at all of their faces, everyone refusing to look at her. "Did I do something?" Her heart pounded in her chest. Everyone was acting so weird, looking so weird. What the hell happened?

"Yoon." Hoseok looked up at his boyfriend, Yoongi opening his eyes. Both Yoongi and Claudette were sat at the heads of the table, facing each other.

"Babe, for this conversation, we're going to need you to stay calm and not get angry right away." Yoongi kept his eyes on her's. "We all just need to talk."

"What is it?" Claudette asked, getting more nervous with Yoongi staring at her.

"A few days ago, you got a call, but you were in the shower. Hoseok answered for you." Yoongi started the story.

Claudette, of course, was not mad. They all completely trusted each other. They would help each other with phone calls and texts all the time. No one had anything to hide.

"It was Henry," Yoongi said, Claudette nodding.

"Did I get fired?" Claudette asked, her response not making sense. She just came home from a shoot that morning.

"No, but... the company got a call, from Paris." Yoongi swallowed, glancing at the others.

"Paris?" Claudette's eyebrows were raised, not expecting that at all. "I-it must've been about one of my shoots. They sent some pictures to be hung there, to boost my popularity! Oh!" A smile grew across her face. "It must've been good news! Maybe they want me to go to Paris! To do a shoot there! Right?"

Claudette looked at the seven of them, her smile falling again. Jungkook looked at her sympathetically, Yoongi shaking his head no.

"Claudette, they got a call from someone in Paris, someone not a part of the modelling community." Yoongi took a deep breath, looked up at Claudette, and released his breath. "They found your mom."

Claudette didn't move. She frowned softly, her lips pressed in a tight line. Her eyes slowly fell from Yoongi, no emotion but confusion on her face. "No." She looked up at him. "No, they were lying."

"Claudette, I heard Henry say it myself." Hoseok reached his hand out for her, laying his on top of hers. "He said your mother called the company."

"She saw your photo in Paris, and recognized you," Yoongi said gently, no one else daring to speak.

"No. That's impossible." Claudette shook her head, slowly taking her hand from Hoseok. "She doesn't know what I look like."

"Babe, your necklace." Jin gestured to it. "She looks exactly like you."

Claudette took off her necklace quickly, a deep frown on her face, and opened it. She stared at the picture inside. A man, a woman, and a baby.

Her father, mother, and herself.

Even Jin, the first time he saw the photo, thought the woman was her. But, it was her mother...

"Why the hell did she call them?" Claudette closed the locket, dropping it to the table. "She has no right to do that."