Return of a Broken Heart

Fifteen - Her Lips are Sealed

Since she was in the Studio, Priscila would find her daughter. She had a task for her to do. Jade was out of her way. Pablo had just left to teach a class. Before she summoned her daughter, she would wait a few moments. She didn't want to be caught out. She couldn't be caught out.

Once a period of, oh only about, 30 seconds had passed, she got her phone from her pocket. Immediately she dialled her daughter's number. No answer. She tried again. Again, no answer. Hm. Maybe third time lucky. 07... Ring -- Ring -- RINGGGGG!

STILL nothing! It infuriated Priscila. When her mother called her she would know better than not to answer. Ludmila needed to be taught about courtesy and manners. Her daughter didn't seem to have any. What could she do next? She could ask to see Ludmila. She would walk up to her classroom. For some reason, she felt a little twinge of suspicion. Priscila took out a piece of folded paper. It was a copy of Ludmila's Studio timetable. She always kept track of her daughter, even when she didn't know about it herself.

Monday... Tuesday... What day was today? The face of her watch told her Thursday. Okay. It was Thursday. Her finger guided her across Wednesday and to the respected day. What time was it? Just gone half past twelve. Right. Singing, dancing, singing... Gregorio, Pablo... Angie. She was being taught by Angie today. Her lesson with Angie was right now. Argh! Ludmila couldn't help her carry out her plan then. If she disturbed Angie's class, then Angie would become suspicious of her. Angie couldn't suspect her in any way possible. Priscila wasn't oblivious or stupid. She saw the connection she had with German. She knew. Angie would be the making and the breaking of her plan. Angie could unravel everything.

While she was thinking about her enemy, her hands had curled up into angry fists. Very angry fists. She hated Angie. She would always Angie. That woman was the reason why she had first concocted this plan. The wedding was a part of it, of course. She had German convinced. Violetta was almost there. Angie was the hardest to convince. She knew that she was on to her. Angie was intelligent. Not just in smarts, but she was emotionally intelligent. That was the one advantage she had over German. Love. She truly loved him. She was in love with him. Always had been, though she didn't say it. Angie didn't know how to cover it up very well.

Perhaps she, herself, could carry out this part of her plan. It didn't need many people. Two, maybe? Well really only one. It only involved one object. The only thing you needed was stealth, and Priscila had that, of course. It was decided. She would carry out this part of the plan.

Confidently she strided towards the staff's coat rack. From what the eye could see, there were only, well, coats. It was a coat rack. How obvious. Anyway, ignoring that blonde moment, she moved a few of the coats on the top to reveal the lower layer of coats. Wow, thought Priscila, it was like they all lived here! There were so many things stuffed on this! Why couldn't she find what she want when she needed it? Carefully she turned it around. She looked and - aha!

She grabbed Angie's bag. Hastily she undid the zip. She rummaged through the bag. Bits of paper, lip balm, a lipstick... A not very nice one at that. Hadn't she ever heard of Chanel? That wasn't important. Priscila sighed. Finally! She rejoiced. Her purse!

The door swung open and caught German's fiancee's red handed.

"What are you doing?"