Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"Hold me closer, tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway."
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"I don't get it," I closed the tenth family album and coughed when dust fell off from it, "There's absolutely nothing in these albums. It's like they never existed."
"Nothing on the internet either. The only Antoine Larau I've found is a rat inspector somewhere in the U.S with a wife and two young kids. This guy cannot be our grandfather." He spoke with a weird expression before he shut his laptop and sighed heavily, slumping back into the seat.
"The only thing left to do is ask around now," He said thoughtfully, "I tried to pry information out of Joan or Julia but either they don't know anything or they're very good at hiding secrets."
"Who else can we ask? We don't even have access to police records to get an address or anything." My shoulders slumped before I leaned back in my seat.
We had been sitting in my room ever since we woke up and had kept the door locked just in case. The girls were still asleep even though it was noon now but they all were quite inebriated last night so we were sure they wouldn't wake up any sooner.
"Records, huh?" Jamie stroked his chin thoughtfully before getting up, "I have an idea, but I'll need your help. Let's clear these things first."
With Jamie's help, I picked up all the evidence of our search and put them back in the carton and placed them in my cupboard so no one would see what we were doing before we quietly made our way to uncle Andre's study.
"Where'd you get the key from?" I whispered, looking around and making sure no one saw us.
"I had a copy made a while back." He muttered before the door opened and we both sighed in relief, quickly shuffling inside like thieves before locking the door behind us in case somebody decided to come up here.
"I saw some things in dad's bank records... some amounts just didn't add up." He spoke as he put the key in his pocket and I looked around.
"This doesn't feel right." I mumbled and saw Jamie roll his eyes.
"Oh lighten up, flower, you won't die from a little snooping around." He told me and I narrowed my eyes at him as he walked over to the desk and began rummaging through the files on top.
I decided to help him after a two-minute war with my conscience and walked over to the file cabinet, quickly looking through it.
"What were you saying about bank records?" I asked as I skimmed through the numerous papers.
"Some things just don't add up. Someone had been sending him money but when I tried to look into the sender, I never got to know who it belonged to." I heard him say from behind me and frowned.
"That is suspicious," I agreed, "But uncle Andre isn't involved in anything wrong, is he? I don't believe he could do something like that. Maybe it was an anonymous donation?"
