In 1924, (Y/N) worked as a seamstress for the nobles. Tailoring dresses to make a living. Everything was normal, until a strange smiling man came into her shop.
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The baby shower was finally today! Everyone from the Hotel was there at Alastor's mansion to celebrate. (Y/n) was holding the door open for Megan and Claire to enter. Megan pushed the wheelchair through the door. Claire looked at (Y/n), giving her a closed eye smile. "It's so great to see the two of you could make it." Megan smiled, "Miss Claire wouldn't want to miss this for the whole world!" Jerome peeks around the corner seeing Claire and Megan. His shoulders drop upon seeing Claire and her disabled state.
Megan sees Jerome before anyone else. She finishes pushing Claire through the door. "Well, I need to head to the bathroom, Miss (Y/n), could you please guide me there?" (Y/n) nods, "Oh sure, we'll be back soon, Aunt Claire." Claire blinks in acknowledgement.
Once Jerome sees his daughter and his sister's caretaker leave, he walks over to Claire and presents himself. "Hello Claire." Her eyes shifts to look at Jerome, her smile falters and breaks into a large smile as she looks so happy to see her little brother. Jerome hugs her and then moves behind her to push her into the room where everyone else is. Audrey is busy chatting with the guests, either family or friends. Her hands were placed on her stomach, the baby bump being noticeable. Angel, who has his head resting on top of Audrey's, has his top arms resting on her shoulders and his bottom arms wrapped around her, would be adding things here and there in her conversation. Alastor is going through the guest list until he sees the names "Anastasia" and "Valentino", as much as he didn't want the perverted moth to come, Anastasia would come anyway, so they all sucked it up and dealt with it. Just as Alastor's eyes passed over their names, three knocks sounded at the door. Adrian was nearest to the door and went over to it, opening it up.
"Hello.. brother." Anastasia stood at the door with Valentino behind her.
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Her outfit perfectly explained her mental state. "Anastasia." He gives a curt nod, he did still care for his sister, but running off did hurt him, so he assumed she just needed space. "Why hello there, good sir. May we both enter?" Valentino seemed to be rubbing salt to the wound to Adrian.
Adrian couldn't help but look sad that crossed his face as he looked from Valentino to Anastasia. "Of course, please." He moved out of the way as the two entered. As Valentino passed Adrian he ruffled his hair, who made no reaction. Anastasia didn't expect the saddened face or easy to move aside attitude that Adrian gave, a small frown gracing her face before she hardened her heart and moved along side Valentino. She clutched something within her purse.
Jerome was with Claire as he presented his sister to Angel and Audrey. Audrey kindly greeted Claire and Angel felt pity for Claire as he introduced himself. Claire was positioned in a way that she could see the entrance to the room, so she had a perfect view of Valentino, but she didn't notice until she opened from a closed smile at something Audrey had said. Upon seeing Valentino, her eyes widened and her smile falls as her breathing becomes rushed. Anastasia didn't know anything about anyone before herself and Angel, and she didn't see the look on Claire's face. Valentino was looking ahead and caught Claire's panicked look. Claire wanted to somehow gain control over her body to try and run away, but she knew she couldn't. Tears starting to slowly fall down her face as she sees Valentino step closer to her. Angel and Audrey told everyone they would talk to them later, before walking off to talk to the other partygoers. Jerome finally noticed his sisters state and looked in the direction of her eyes, only for his shoulders to fall and then tense as he grits his teeth and his palms clenched around the handles of Claire's wheelchair.
"Why hello, Claire. How have you been?" Anastasia shot a questioning glance at Valentino. "She's been doing fine ever since you were gone and out of her life." Jerome wasn't going to have any of Valentino's bullshit today. "Can't speak for yourself? My, I surely did a number on you." Valentino's voice got deeper, making Anastasia lightly blush. "How do you know each other?" Jerome looked at Anastasia with death in his eyes and venom in his voice. "Surprised he never told you." Valentino, wasn't gonna have someone talk down to Anastasia like Jerome just did. Knowing how easily Anastasia will snap, he moved her behind him and leaned down to get into Jerome's face. "That's no way to talk to her." Valentino wanted to yell at Jerome, but then he remembered the only reason he and Anastasia was here, was to present a "gift" to Angel and Audrey.
Anastasia grabbed Valentino's jacket which made him look at Anastasia. "Val, can we talk privately please?" She moved her head towards the staircase leading to the bedrooms. Valentino straightened his back before following Anastasia to the staircase. "What's on your mind?" He sat down on the stairs, hoping this wouldn't be bad. Anastasia ran her hands through her hair, visibly stressed. "I don't think we can tell them." She grabs the object out of her purse and looks at it. "I mean, it'll be pretty pointless if we end up losing it." She finally looks away from the object with tears in her eyes. Anastasia looked at Valentino, he noticed her eyes looked dull. Valentino pulled Anastasia into his lap and held her close. He hated seeing her this way. His grip on Anastasia tightened on Anastasia, not even realizing he was hurting Anastasia's wound.
Anastasia started to squirm in his arm as she's sucked in air through her teeth, obviously in pain, "Val, you're hurting my arm." He looked down and loosened his grip on Anastasia. Valentino gently grabbed Anastasia's arm and rolled down her sleeve. He looked at the vertical cut Vox gave Anastasia on her arm. He gently ran his thumb over the semi-healed wound. "I should've stayed and made one of the workers go." Anastasia leaned into his body, "Val, it wasn't your fault. You know Vox has something against Alastor. Vox knew I was his daughter, he thought he was making a statement and he didn't know I was yours." She waited for Valentino to let go of her arm before placing the object back into her purse and made the present for the baby shower appear. "Are you still sure about this Val?" Anastasia looked up at him with hope in her eyes.
