❝ He promised himself that he would see her again one day, no matter what it took. He needed to see her one more time.
He needed to tell her that she didn't have to be sorry.
He wanted nothing but her.
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 �...
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I SEE WHAT she's up to. Snakey bitch.
Astoria thought, crossing her arms as Krone glared them all down.
"Guys, it's okay! Let's hear her out." Norman said, giving the smile that always somehow managed to calm everyone down and reassure them that everything would be okay.
Krone threw her hands up into the air which made Astoria almost cringe. "He's right!" She exclaimed. "We should cooperate to each achieve our goals."
"Achieve our goals?" Emma asked, earning a nod from Krone.
Krone nodded. "Yes. You kids want to escape." She continued, "And I want to become the Mom of thie house. I want to drag Isabella down from the Mom position and take her place."
"Good luck with that." Astoria mumbled underneath her breath.
"What I'm saying is the truth. I want to break free too. From my current situation." She said.
Norman watched as Astoria tilted her head to the side in pretense curiosity, but he could tell she was really pissed off.
Krone pulled her shirt down a little bit, revealing an I.D number, similar to the kids'. "Are you aware of the management system of the Grace Field House? Girls who fulfill certain conditions and live until 12 years old are presented with two paths when they are about to be shipped out. One, to continue how they are and die. Or two, to aim to become a Mom." She explained.
