cannibal; kendall roy

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The Pierce family was insufferable for the Roy clan. Entirely insufferable. Well, maybe except for Connor. Everyone else seemed to have had their fill of the siblings within minutes. Marguerite, included. She was beyond tired of the over exaggerated congratulations or condolences being thrown her way. In fact, she could never tell which way a conversation was going to be thrown.

Currently, Nan Pierce was in the process of offering her both. Telling her a long story about her Father and Mother in a club during the 80's, when Warhol was still alive and practicing being relevant. When her father still painted and owned his free time.

She didn't particularly want to hear it. She'd probably read it at one point or another.

"And I'll never forget, your mother was such a radiant piece of work. Truly a diamond. Andy used to fawn over her, get her to wear what all of his friends were making, or vintage Halston. It was honestly a time, but your father- we had all barely heard of the engagement. I mean, truly, none of us had heard of it.

But there she was, absolutely striking, with this tiny man on her arm. He was tall and had this mop of blonde hair" Nan laughs "And his suit was just slightly too big, and here comes your gorgeous mother introducing him as the CEO of Garnier, or her soon to be husband. Truly, it shocked me. I didn't think a single person in that room believed that Marguerite was going to ever get married."

Marguerite nods, taking a sip of her drink and then speaks up "It sounds like her."

"It's an awful thing to lose a parent so young. Truly. We all felt absolutely wrecked once we heard, my Richard made sure to send a nice flower arrangement. Gardenias. I'm sure you don't remember."

She didn't. Who could expect someone to remember flower arrangements that were received at their mother's funeral over twenty years ago?

"I'm sure they were lovely. Thank you."

"Of course. We all loved Marguerite, and it's such a shame about Louis. He was a charming man. But it's good to see you're doing well for yourself. Look at you" Nan beams "One of the last times I saw your mother was when she found out she was pregnant with you. She was truly excited."

No, she hadn't been.

Her mother had hated being pregnant.

Another thing that had been confirmed in her father's diary. Marguerite was a fluke. Sure, her mother had slept with her father a few times to bag him, and enough to make him think she loved him. But having his child- which had been a requirement for him, or rather his family tree, had been an accident for her mother.

There were dozens of diary entries talking about Marguerite speaking with disdain for the child inside of her, or how Louis worried about how it would effect the child, wondering if it was even his. She knew her mother viewed her as the catalyst that tore her life apart, but until the diaries, she had thought it had been after she was born. Not before.

Nan Pierce was sucking up to her, and she didn't know why.

It could've had to do with the ring sitting on her finger, or her newly found position leading Garnier. But either way, the woman was basically falsifying history in front of her eyes,

The original Marguerite didn't love her child. She barely acknowledged her existence, and had actually wanted to get rid of her. The reasons for the now existing Marguerite staying on the earthly plain have their own set of commentary to them.

"I miss them all the time" she slips out, faking a smile.

No, she didn't.

She didn't know who her father was, especially not now with him mixed between her memories and his diaries, and her mother dumped her with an ever changing set of babysitters and nanny's.