𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐋𝐕 || 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥

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The next day has come and Y/n had just gotten on her car to go to their Summer House in Plage De Trouville to visit her father's grave. She hadn't visited him since she got back to France because of the 2 months she had been in agony, and now, she much feels better although just in the slightest bit. But one way or another, she needs to make her visit to her father's grave and tell him everything that has happened, knowing that her dearest papa is listening from the sky.

She's lucky that her mother had an early meeting and managed to escape for a while instead of going to Palais Garnier to continue practising Marc's narrative ballet that he choreographed, Alice and the Wonderland.

As he had just driven off the house, Fatima had just arrived at the house just behind Y/n, and both of them did not notice each other and just drove to where they were going.

Fatima knew that Mrs Magindara left the Manoir early, for she heard it from the family's secretary, Ms Fronchester, because Fatima called her this morning asking if Mrs Magindara was at the Manoir. She was supposed to ask her Tita but she knew that the two might not have spoken a word ever since that night, which was 4 days ago, at the ball.

Fatima had made her way to the stairs up to the front door and knocked on it, hoping that Y/n was at home.

Then the door opened, revealing Ms Ronchester.

"Oh, Ms Fatima, you're here early." Ms Ronchester said. "And you seem to be still in your pyjamas. Are you in a rush, dear?"

"Is Y/n here? I just need to talk to her." Fatima had her gleaming dark eyes looking at Ms Ronchester's, hoping that she would say that her dearest cousin was still here getting ready to go to work.

"W..Wha...Didn't the two of you pass by each other?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"She just left a while ago to visit her father's grave." And yes, Ms Ronchester knew that Y/n had been visiting her father's grave without her mother knowing due to the reason that she was caught escaping before, which made her tell Ms Ronchester that she had been going to their Summer House, and she gladly kept it as a secret for the girl.

"She left to Plage De Trouville?!?!"

"Oui, Ms Fatima."

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Y/n had just arrived at the Summer House and was already sitting on a stoned bench beside her father's grave whilst picking the petals of the daisies, which she picked up just from the grass, one-by-one while telling his father about Draco and about the weeks she had spent with him in Sirmione. Telling everything to her father has made her feel much better as if the weight she was carrying on her shoulders had lessened.

"Tay, akala ko talaga nahanap ko na yung para sa akin." She sighed. "Do you think I would still feel what you felt towards Inay?" [Translation: "Father, I thought I had already found the one for me."]

It was already autumn and the orange leaves showered upon her as the wind passed by. This season reminded her of the days when they would always spend their Octobers here in the Summer house and would carve some pumpkins and her parents would accompany her on trick-or-treating around the neighbourhood.

"Itay, sana narito ka pa." A frown appeared on her lips as she took a sigh of breath. [Translation: "Father, I wish you were still here."]

Just as she was about to stand up, she noticed someone, wearing a white shirt and brown trousers — not in her pyjamas anymore, making her way to her, and it was no other than her dearest cousin, who looked rather like she had been looking for her for ages. Then as she arrived, Y/n stood up and smiled.

"Fatima, I did not expect you to—"

"I need to tell you something." She has this serious face, which convinced Y/n that this needed to be talked about inside.

"Why don't we go inside first."

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Draco, back in France, was again visited by his friends, disturbing his peace again and telling him to go back to the girl or show her to them even just at a distance so she would not notice them gazing at her. However, it was only the boys who had come to see him. Pansy Parkinson had someone to meet with a friend from France.

"If the two of you kept on nagging the shit out of me, you better get out." He scowled.

"Aww, come on, Dray." Theo uttered.

"Don't call me that!"

"Why? Is it because it is what she calls you?"

Draco went speechless and just went on to what he was doing — continuing or rather trying to write the book that was inspired by her. He didn't even know why he was still continuing to write about her, despite that she left her that morning, without him knowing, when he was ready to apologize and tell her everything.

"Oh, she did call you that..." Guilt was woven into Theo's voice.

"Maybe we should leave him be for a while," Blaise whispered in Theo's ears and then looked at Draco. "Draco, mate, we'll just go for a walk. We'll be back later." And there they left.

Draco rested his back on the backrest of the chair and covered his face with his hands. He was having a lot of thoughts, thoughts that were all about her, and even her face kept on appearing every time he would close his eyes. Oh, those beautiful dark brown eyes he adores, the natural red lips he loves to kiss, and the face he loves to look at. She's like an angel that has been bestowed upon him. He couldn't deny that he yearned for her. He couldn't even deny that he got mad that Theo called him 'Dray' because Y/n was the only one who could call him that. He hated it when someone called him that, even in his school years when those girls who tried flirting with him called him that. But for her, she is and always will be an exception.

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"Excuse me, what???" Y/n was quite confused and also surprised at what Fatima had just told her. She even slammed the cup of tea on the "You mean it was my mother's doing?? Setting an arranged marriage for me and Frederick? And...breaking me and Draco apart?"

"Yes! It is what Tita and your mother were arguing about." Fatima confirmed.

All this time, everything was her mother's doing. It is no wonder why Draco suddenly broke up with her. It is no wonder why Mrs Fergusson was speaking to her mother not to mention, Frederick wearing a Phantom Costume at the Halloween Party they attended, making it look like it was a coincidence or a fate, but it was not. It was all a set-up just for her to marry someone in her league.

However, she wondered, Does Frederick know of this? But at the same time, she was relieved that Draco was lying that he used her.

"I must also tell you this. Remember when we took you out to the club?" Fatima bit her lower lip.

"Yes, why? Must I know something I do not know?"

"Well, the thing is...Draco was the one who carried you into his apartment—"

"His Apartment!?"

"When you were drunk and he took care of you too." She continued. "He called Marc to call me to take you to Tita's house from his apartment and he asked me to not tell you about it." Fatima said, scared, as she tried hiding from the pillow she picked up next to her.

"For the love of god, why didn't you tell me this?!"

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