Winter || irwin

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Noelia drove her sister to the airport, stopping her car on the busy drop-off lane. Ashton was there waiting for her. When he saw the car approaching, a smile appeared on his handsome face. He opened the door for his step-sister and Narda got out of the car. The sixteen year old went around to the back to get her luggage from the trunk. 

Ashton peeked into the car to greet Noelia. "They have a parking structure back there." He pointed ahead.

But the eighteen year old dark haired girl shook her head, a small smile gracing her lips. "I'm not going."

His smile dropped an octave. "Why not?"

"I don't want mum to get mad at me." Noelia sighed. "I'm spending the weekend with grandmum. So take care of Narda, okay? You know mum would die if something happened to her favorite daughter."

He only nodded slowly and when Narda had her luggage with her, Ashton led her into the airport where they would wait for their flight with the rest of his friends. Noelia drove all the way to Port Macquarie, where her grandmother lived. When Jerika married John Irwin, she moved into his house with her daughters. Her mother Genevieve had no other family in the US and decided to relocate to Australia, so that she could be close to her granddaughters.

Because Jerika didn't like Noelia, Genevieve was also her replacement mother and loved her as if she were her own.

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That afternoon, Jerika returned home with her youngest daughter Nikki. The house looked and felt empty before she even entered. She pushed the door open and was susprised that Narda wasn't in the livingroom waiting for her, as she normally was when she returned from tennis practice with Nikki.

She made her way through the house and Nikki immediately ran up to her room, tired after a long day of practice. Her feet carried her down the hallway when she heard muffled voices. They were coming from their personal gym and she assumed her husband was having his personal training session. Jerika hurried towards the room, ready to complain to him about his son, assuming he had probably convinced Narda to go out before practice. 

Her hand twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open to see her husband in the arms of his young personal trainer. Jerika gasped in shock. "What is going on here, John?"

The startled businessman pulled away from his personal trainer, while the young and athletic woman watched Jerika with a smirk on her face. "Tell her," She urged. "Tell your wife you decided to leave her for me."

At the sound of the other woman's words, his wife smiled. "Keep him. I don't care. But because he cheated on me, I now get half of his fortune."

And with that, she walked away.

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Narda's personal gymnastics trainer stood in the private gym room she reserved for her most successful student. She had been there for almost a half hour, looking down at her watch every so often. Each minute that passed only served to make her more and more mad.

Soon it was time for practice to be over and Vanessa got her cellphone out, angrily dialing Jerika's phone number. When she answered the phone, Vanessa half-yelled, "I don't know where your daughter is, but you can tell her she can forget her gymnastics career. She is not committed and I only train champions."