Return of a Broken Heart

Thirteen - Hit and Miss

Ludmila and Violetta were sat on the dining room table, next to each other. German was looking at both of them like a proud parent.

He technically was, Violetta's parent, that was, but she couldn't help but break into a little smile. He was so loving. She didn't deserve him. She never deserved him.

Priscila walked to them. They looked up, seeing the bag in her hand. The girls held their breath. A smile came across Violetta's face. Ludmila seemed sad.

"Earrings! How pretty!" She was amazed with her new present, "Thank you Priscila!"

Ludmila felt a familiar twinge.

They're mine. Or, they were.

She studied the gold earrings that she had placed on the table in front of Violetta. There were swirls and hearts... A pattern unlike her, obviously. She treasured it dearly because it was one of the last things that her father gave her. She hadn't seen him in so long. Her heart sank. The earrings Violetta now had were once her prized brooch. Her heart sank more because she didn't doubt that her mother was beneath this.

The door bell rang. German went to get it. He didn't want to distrupt this lovely moment between Priscila and the girls.

It rang again. God, this person was impatient! He fussed around to open it as quickly as he could. When he did, he was shocked to he saw.

"German, we need to talk." He wouldn't. Not now. Everything was going so well now, "About what happened." They awkwardly avoided his gaze for a second before pelting into full eye contact, "We've got to talk." Priscila poked her head around the break between the dining room and the living room, "Fine." And, just like that, they were gone.

Violetta asked who it was as soon as he came back to them. He told her it was only a friend. Priscila looked suspicious. Maybe his conscience was unraveling... 

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The students in Studio On Beat had had a hard day rehearsing for German and Priscila's ceremony. They had worked out all of the songs they would sing and they had choreography to roughly half of them. Violetta was determined for it to be the best choreography they could choreograph. Her father wouldn't have a ceremony like this any time soon, would he? She disconnected the CD player and walked to Pablo's classroom.

Her eyes deceived her. For a brief second she swore that she saw Jade's silhouette. That couldn't be. She hadn't even got out of jail. Or had she? None of them really knew what was going on with her.

Violetta rushed behind the staff room door to try and catch a glimpse of their (she assumed her and Pablo's) conversation. Jade kept referring to this Nicolas. Pablo kept talking about money. Antonio's name came into the conversation. Apologies.

Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen Antonio for a few weeks. They were going to tour but it got side tracked by her father. Antonio took her aside after the tour's announcement and told her how much she reminded him of her mother.

She let her thoughts go and realised she was crying.

There were four things on Violetta's mind after she had stopped the tears coming; why was Jade here, why was Pablo talking about money with her, who was this 'Nicolas', and where was Antonio?

Forgetting she had heard the conversation, Violetta went to Pablo's classroom to do what she should have done.