Midnight x F.P.

𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛

Anastasia POV

I didn't even realize that Florence disappeared until Christine suddenly got up and quickly walked out of the living room. I went to stand up to see what was going on, but Devon looked at me with don't look.

"Dales un minuto", he tells me and I sit back down. 

"Devon, estoy tan confundido.", I say to him quietly and he looks at me with a soft smile.

"I never knew until a couple days ago, that's why we came. She just wanted to call, but I told her it was best to come and talk to you both in person", he says and I nod. 

"Aurora se parece tanto a su verdadera madre", I hear him say quietly and I look at him.

"¿Qué quieres decir con que Aurora se parece tanto a su verdadera madre?", I ask wanting answers and he gulps a little.

He looks at me while shaking his head before he says, "Anastasia, no me corresponde a mí decirte".

"Ugh", I groan throwing my head back on the chaise and he laughs a little. 

"You can go, go talk with them, and honestly Anastasia talk to Florence", he says making me slightly question him before I slowly get up.

He just looked at me with a small smile as I went to walk out of the living room. I just shook off my thoughts as I made my way down the hall towards the bathroom. 

I realized that the door was is shut which made my nerves rise a little. I slowly inhaled deeply and exhaling as I knocked on the door. 

It was only a few seconds before the door slightly opened. It felt like much longer, but was I wasn't expecting was for Christine to peering out. She nodded a little when she realized it was just me and slowly opened the door a little wider to let me walk in.

I close the door behind myself. 

My senses messed up for a millisecond as I tried to calm myself down. I looked at Christine with a what is going on look before I saw that Florence sitting on the floor. 

"She's leaning against the wall, what the hell is happening? Is she okay?", I thought to myself but knew I couldn't get a response in my head from her. 

"Are you okay?", I softly ask before hearing a small whimper, my heart broke when I heard her crying. 

"Florence?", I worriedly ask, but she's completely out of it and I honestly don't know what's going on.

"Christine? What's going on?", I ask and she looks at Florence. 

"It's her story to tell not mine", she tells me and I just nodded. 

I slowly and carefully squatted down in front of Florence. I gently tilted her head up to look up at me and she smiles weakly. 

"Are you okay?", I ask still worried about what caused all of this and she weakly nods. 

I gently wipe her tears before moving to sit beside her. She moves a little before laying her legs over mine.

"Can you stay?", she softly asks Christine and Christine nods. 

"Of course", Christine says and I'm kind of shocked that they are getting along. 

I mean yeah, I hate Christine for what she did, but at the same time she probably thought it was for the best. Well it was, it got us out of that stupid PR relationship we were forced into.

Florence slowly pushed herself up a bit before turning her attention towards me. 

"Do you remember uh Christmas morning, when we uh?", she asks nervously and I was a slightly confused.