The Midnight Case

Chapter 15 : Meet the family

Washington D.C. (Days later)

The black sedan stopped in front of the Reagan household and a secret service agent opened the door. Dad's father Robert got out first with his wife, Kimberly. Then both brothers followed. Bruce and I were the last as my cousins got out. "And now you're a Reagan as well Isa." He whispered as we navigated our way down the hallways. We entered a large garden, decorated with plants and flowers.

In the middle of the garden there was a large pavillion with a long table set up. "I'm going to meet with my mother first. Jeffery, you know what to do."

Taking the cue he signalled us to wait here. Feeling bored I purposely leaned against Bruce's shoulder. "I haven't met her before. My foster grandmother I mean." I said.

"And you're afraid in looking bad in front of her?"

"Well... not entirely."

"You have accomplished a lot of stuff Isa. Receiving a damehood, leading an intelligence agency, a decorated and honorably discharged military officer, and a proud West Point cadet." My dad said for me. "I couldn't be more proud to adopt you."

"Wow, a confession speech. I couldn't be more bored to tears." Christian said sarcastically. "I might bloody well prepare my speech for Isa." Hearing this all of us laughed in respond.

"Where did you get that from Christian Churchill?" I asked.

"The same as you Isabella Reagan."

"It looks fun, can we join?" A voice asked. We all turned, seeing Robert helping his mother to walk down the stairs but she brushed off his help.

"Grandmother, this is my adoptive daughter, Dame Isabella. Isa, my grandmother Nancy."

"It's nice to meet you ma'am." I greeted politely.

"I have heard a lot about you and your family from my grandson. I am too pleased to meet you." The elderly woman replied with a smile. "I assume this handsome young man is your fiance?" She asked, gesturing at Bruce. 

"Yes, he is." I replied, with crimson red staining my cheeks. "He is my fiance, Mr. Bruce Wayne."

"You look fine young man, Isabella is really a sweet woman I can tell. You must take care of her."

"I promise you I will, I love her." He said.

During Lunch

"So tell me, my great granddaughter, are they your blood relatives?" She asked, pointing at my merry band of crazy but warmhearted bunch of my cousins.

"Yes, this is Christian Churchill, Adrian Castellanos, Camilla Von Accola and Katrina Romanova."

"Tell me my boy, are you a descendant of the late Winston Churchill?"

"Yes, Isa is my maternal cousin as her grandfather's younger sister married my grandfather Fabian."

"And what of all of you?"

"Madam, I have a similar background to Christian. My grandfather, Frank Von Accola is the founder of the watch brand L'eleganza or The Elegance based in Stockholm."

"Ma'am, my grandfather is the brother of Isa's grandmother while Katrina's grandmother is her grandmother's sister and she is also a descendant of Empress Catherine the Great and the last Tsar of Russia."

"And what makes up of your lineage Isabella?"

"I am the descendant of King Gwangjong of the Goryeo Dynasty through my grandfather and King Leonidas of Sparta through my grandmother."

"Such proud bloodlines runs through your family, hence the strands of gold hair and eyes mixed with gold seen on you and your Greek cousin?"

"Yes." Then Dad's father gently knocked the glass containing water and we all stopped to look at him.

He clears his throat and begun. "Thank God for all of us to gather here together and therefore I want to make an announcement : Since the truth is already out I propose that my family will change our surname back to my father's surname which is Reagan."

"Here, here." Chris said charmingly. 

"And I thought it was something big." Dad murmured.

"Dad!" I said with a laugh.

"I stand correct." He said, sitting back and sipping his glass of fruit juice.