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Rose - Victoria Daughters

Rose couldn't sleep. 

She had hinted to her mamá, had she not?

Did her mamá even know? Was she the only one? Did even Margaret Victoria Conroy, the daughter to Duchess Victoria, know?

Of course she did. 

If you don't know your parents it would be your life's ambition to find them again. 

But then, sometimes, you never find them. 

"Oh no!" Rose whispered. "What if I'm the only one that knows?"

That would be horrible. You know the feeling when you have a secret that you ought to tell someone, but you don't know if that is the right decision? Yeah. 

Rose then started to experience something of an internal battle.

Rose, there is a fifty-fifty chance that she knows!

But she didn't get the Defence club thing!

Maybe she didn't find out through the Defence club.

Unlikely.

How on Earth is that unlikely?

Well, the Defence club had to do DETECTIVE work! They took DNA tests! Mamá probably has completely no idea on this Victoria stuff!

Then why is your middle name Victoria, after a GREAT-AUNT? Who told you it was after a GREAT-AUNT?

Mamá, but - 

No buts! She knows! Go ask her!

But it's two in the-

JUST GO!

But it is completely unnecessary to pester someone at two in the morning. Did you learn anything?

Well, I'm YOU so basically you just insulted yourself. 

Why do I never win with you?

Maybe because I'm amazing. Go ask her now.

A-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, A-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, A-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Stop laughing.

AHAHAHAHA

What's so funny?

You said YOU were amazing, but YOU are ME so I'm amazing!! 

Ask her now, otherwise you will never find out. 

I'm still not convinced. 

You are not convinced because you don't want to be convinced. I'm going. 

And since both sides of the battle could control Rose, Rose ended up slipping her emerald green dressing gown that was adorned with white roses and water lilies and slipped on her satin slippers. They were yellow.  Which, as her mamá's stylist Brigette had said countless times, did not go with her emerald kimono and also did not go with her copper-red hair. 

"Rose, Rose, Rose." Brigette would always sigh when she saw her. "What have you done! You are so gifted, so pretty. But you just don't embrace it. You have the beautiful, thick, luxurious copper hair of your vivacious mother. And you have the rare mix of hazel-green-blue eyes from your father. You are probably one of the most prettiest girls I have ever met. But you have murdered your hair! What is this! A dreadful pixie cut. It just doesn't suit you. You don't have the same frame as Emma Watson, dear, so you just can't pull this look of without looking like a tramp!"