Finding You, Chapter 1: Genevieve~
Genevieve's Penthouse~ Genevieve Alcazar was in her bedroom with her boyfriend Victor Cassadine, and they had been dating for ten years. "Oh Genevieve, that was wonderful as always, darling," Victor said as he kissed her. There was a knock at the door. "Who could that be?" Genevieve asked. She got up and put on her robe. Victor's phone rang. "I have to take this," Victor said. Genevieve left the room and opened the door to find a young woman who seemed to be in her teens. Before the young woman could say anything, Genevieve recognized who she was and was in shock. "Can I help you?" Genevieve asked. "I hope you can," the young woman replied. She kept looking at Genevieve, who was in her robe and had her hair up in a ponytail, when a handsome man walked by. "Darling, I have to go to the office. I might just stay at my house for the night, then," Victor said. "That's fine," Genevieve responded. "Who is this?" Victor asked. "Just someone who needs my legal help," Genevieve said. "Yes, my name is Bianca," she introduced herself. "Oh, well, Genevieve is the best lawyer ever; you're in good hands," Victor said. He kissed her goodbye and left. "Come in," Genevieve said. "You know who I am, don't you?" Bianca asked. "Yes, I do. You're the little girl I gave up," Genevieve replied. "Yes, I am," Bianca confirmed. "So, your name is Bianca," Genevieve stated. "Yes, it's nothing special like yours," Bianca said. "Yes, it is," Genevieve insisted. "Did you have a name picked out for me?" Bianca asked. "Yes, I did. Victoriana," Genevieve answered. "Oh," Bianca responded. "How did you find me?" Genevieve inquired. "The adoption agency gave me the file. I'm 18 years old. So, you're a lawyer?" Bianca asked. "Yes, a criminal lawyer," Genevieve confirmed. "Wow," Bianca said, uncertain what to say as a little white dog entered the room. "Who is this?" Bianca asked. Genevieve picked up the dog. "This is Princess. She's my dog, and she's very sweet. Are you hungry? I could call downstairs for something," Genevieve offered. "No, thanks. So, you live in a hotel?" Bianca asked. "Yes, my family owns this hotel," Genevieve replied. "You knew who I was when you opened the door. Why didn't you tell me your husband is who I am?" Bianca asked. "Victor isn't my husband. I don't owe him anything. It's late; why don't we get some rest? You can stay in the guest room. I'll show it to you," Genevieve said. She led her to an extra room, which was simple but comfortable. "It's nice," Bianca said. "Yes, there's a bathroom right through that door if you need anything else," Genevieve said. "No, just some answers," Bianca said. "I'll give you those in the morning," Genevieve promised. "Just one question— is Victor my father?" Bianca asked. "No, his brother is," Genevieve answered. "What?" Bianca asked. "Can we talk about him in the morning?" Genevieve requested, trying not to cry. "Sure," Bianca replied, sensing it upset her.
