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Interlude: Kitty & Cora

Over the summer Kitty’s love of her journalism class went from strength to strength. She quickly moved to the top of the class, and by the time school came around she flew ahead of her classmates, standing out as ‘the one to watch’. Aspirations of being a political journalist were never far from her reach if she would call her grandfather, but she felt like she had cheated enough by asking him to get her on the summer course, so she kept working in her own time, hoping that the old saying ‘it’s not what you know, it’s who you know’ really wasn’t true; she wanted to think better of the world.

Devouring the ever updating political pages and reeling off article after article she sent them to every magazine in town, to no avail. Her frustration was only abated by the presence of Laurence, who she had been seeing ever since Oliver’s art show. They would spend long days roaming around the park hand in hand, evenings having dinner at the local bistros, and the cold winter nights curled up in the TV room. He was the one that kept her sane.

Although Kitty didn’t brag about the wealth of her family, or go around bragging about who she was, she still enjoyed the lifestyle that was afforded to her; something Laurence found difficult to deal with. Growing up in a single parent family on the wrong side of town Kitty’s life was something completely new to him. His mother had worked all the hours that god sent to put him through private school, leaving herself with nothing when she was paralysed at 40 after a bad car accident. Laurence did everything he could to keep the money coming in to pay for the full time nursing she required, but like Kitty he was finding it difficult to get a foot in the door. Laurence was too proud to accept the many offers for financial help that came from Kitty, but he was desperate to give his mother some security, and Kitty was desperate to help, so eventually they both gave in and went to see Chace.

Chace had been the top figure in business for the past 20 years, building a media and banking corporation that stood over all the others. He had been offering his granddaughter help for years, and was thrilled that she finally accepted; he didn’t mind that Laurence came along with her. He placed them both as junior editors at two of his separate publications. Of course he put Kitty in the better one. The magazines, resentful at first, quickly became dependent on the both of them to keep things running, finding their input invaluable. With his mother being safely looked after the two devoted even more time together, finally uttering those special words ‘I love you’ to each other.

After a day of pampering booked for her by Laurence, a walk in their favourite park where they marveled at the families running around with their dogs and their children, and a hearty meal at their favourite restaurant Laurence finally took the plunge.

She was thrilled when he popped the question, and immediately accepted. She had started to feel like she was lagging behind the rest of her family, Oliver was married with children, Tommy was in a steady relationship with his boyfriend and had been for some years, and Cora had been with an entire host of boys (but she was still a teen). Olive she didn’t know. She missed her sister desperately, and hadn’t heard from her in years. Their engagement period didn’t last long, a few weeks after Laurence proposed they married at a very small, very private ceremony on the beach.

The one thing they both wanted more than anything was a family. Both very family oriented, they planned on a huge brood of children with dogs, cats, horses, and a whole host of other animals in a rambling farmhouse in the country that they had seen while on a country drive. Unfortunately their wishes were proving difficult to achieve. The house was possible, they were both raking in money after flying up their career ladders, but as much as they prayed for Kitty to fall pregnant she simply seemed not to be able too. And it wasn’t for lack of trying.

After many unsuccessful months they went to see a doctor, who heartbreakingly informed them that Kitty had a less than 1% chance of having a child. Their dreams of family life came crashing down around them as they sat in the office, barely able to speak after hearing the news. Both of them withdrew from each other, in the old days they would sit and read together in a comfortable silence, now it was awkward between them.

Laurence hated himself for blaming Kitty for their marriage failing, he never voiced his thoughts to her, but he found it difficult to look at her without resenting her for not being able to provide him with a family. Kitty in turn couldn’t help but feel both guilty that she couldn’t fulfill Laurence’s wishes for a family, and depressed that her own family dream would never materialise. Physical attraction wasn’t a problem for the two, Kitty still found her husband extremely attractive, and Laurence vice versa. It was the emotional attraction that had drifted. The couple still had sex, even more so than when they were emotionally close, they found sex the only way to keep the marriage alive.

Amid the depression of her marriage, Kitty also became frustrated with her very temperamental immune system. Every day she would throw up for seemingly no reason. It became so bad that she had to start taking time off work. She also put on weight and began having cravings for chocolate and other high calorie foods like never before.

Finally going to see the doctor after months of sickness Kitty was in disbelief when the doctor informed her she was pregnant. Neither Kitty nor Laurence could believe it; against all the odds she had fallen pregnant. Their relationship seemed to heal overnight, awkwardness disintegrating, happiness returning. They both knew what a miracle this child was, and devoted themselves completely to it. Pregnancy books scattered the house, the cooking channel was always on, and Laurence was always listening and feeling Kitty’s tummy, reassuring himself that the baby was still okay.

On May 16th their daughter Alexis Williamson was born. They were over the moon that Kitty had gave birth without any trouble, they had been so convinced something would go wrong, after all the child was a miracle. They were realistic enough to realise that their dreams of a big family were over, but it didn’t matter. They had the love of each other, amazing careers, and a beautiful baby; after a long period of depression they finally had everything they wanted.

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Cora Belgravia had grown up as the perfect daughter. Everything that a good, respectful girl should be. Educated at a small, independent all-girls catholic school where, among her academic subjects, she studied piano and ballet. One of the more extroverted girls of the school she soon became extremely popular with both the teachers (due to her high grades and valuable participation in class) and her peers (due to her sense of fun which had stayed with her from childhood and her friendly nature). She didn’t really know much about boys, drinking, or drugs; the darker side of life. Fun for Cora was participating in one of her schools ballet performances or playing board games with her friends at a sleepover.

As much as Cora enjoyed her more conservative piano lessons she loved nothing more than getting her fathers guitar out and stringing a tune together. She was adept in most instruments, she just never got a chance to show her skills off.

She resorted to playing around the house, thrilling her family with her amazing talent. Her father Noah, who was high in the music industry, knew his daughter had a talent. She’d had it since she was young, bashing out music on the xylophone. He gently persuaded her to explore other avenues of music other than her piano; and her mother recommended getting herself out to some of the less reputable establishments around town to take in the local music. Arielle knew that her daughter had led a sheltered life, and prayed for her safety as Cora left the safety of the Belgravia gates.

The bars Cora visited were frightening to her at first, as she sat in the corner watching the action, but she soon found as long as she could hold her own there was nothing to fear. However the perfectly coordinated, conservative outfit didn’t help her out so black and leather soon became staples of her wardrobe as she began taking to the stage in the clubs with her fathers iconic guitar that he had used for so many concerts in the past.

It wasn’t long before she was a regular at many of the bars, performing night after night to decent sized crowds. In amongst the drunks, underage drinkers and prostitutes was a man named Jeremy Harris, an old timer on the dive bar scene who had been trying to break into the big leagues for years. He told Cora all about his vision for a group, and thought Cora would be perfect for it. After a little persuasion she agreed to form a group with Jeremy and The Bees were born.

Consisting of Jeremy on guitar, Cora on second guitar, Jeremy’s friend James on bass, and Cora’s shy school friend Lauren who also happened to be a master pianist. By the time Cora and Lauren graduated the band had steady gigs at a few local haunts and were improving their craft day by day, trying to piece together some original music.

Cora loved being in a band, she found the companionship much better than slugging it on her own, if she made a mistake she could laugh it off with the band instead of standing alone under the brights lights quickly going red with embarrassment. Her first experiences of life beyond the tinted windows of the limousine brought not just the band to her, but also her first boyfriend, James Fruscani, who played the bass in the band.

Being her first boyfriend she didn’t know what to expect, but despite his grungy lifestyle and arrogant attitude she found that when they were alone he could be quite sweet.

Cora soon discovered the joys of sex and cursed herself on missing out for so many years. The two would make love in Cora’s bed when Arielle and Noah weren’t home, a rather odd backdrop for the rock and roll couple.

Although the two loved each other after a year together they broke up. The band was struggling, and it took it’s toll on the relationship, especially as they worked together all day and were together all night. Cora was devastated by both the failure of the band of the failure of her first relationship, and distracted herself with many different boyfriends that didn’t last long; including a brief fling with Jeremey which widened tensions in the band even more.

As many people as the two went through while they weren’t together they soon found that only the other could make them happy, and began their relationship again secret; Arielle didn’t approve of James and the rest of the band thought it was damaging their performance. The disapproval of everyone else made it even more exciting for the couple. They would steal secret moments together when the performance was over and the bar had emptied out, or James would sneak through Cora’s window late at night. It was everything she had missed out on as a teenager, and she was thrilled by it.

On her nineteenth birthday, after many, many hours of drinking, dancing and performing the couple found themselves at the local church sheltering from the rain. Laughing and joking as they ran up and down the pews they suddenly decided to get married. They woke the priest, who was about to throw them out before they shoved a wad of green notes into his hand, and were married then and there. He eyed the young couple warily as he presided over the ceremony and watched as they exchanged cheap rings bought from an arcade machine down the street and had their first married kiss; ‘kids’ he thought with a sigh before going back up to bed.

Arielle didn’t take the news well, but the band took it even worse. They decided to throw Cora and James out, but by this point the two couldn’t have cared less. They decided to start a double act, and Cora & James soon became a rock and roll version of the great Motown double acts. They tore up both dive bars and high end joints alike, making their stamp not just on Redcliffe, but across the country.

They were soon touring extensively, just the two of them, which left plenty of time for after hours activities.

It wasn’t long before Cora was having to run out to the front garden on the Belgravia house during dinner to throw up, she knew she was pregnant.

She was desperately nervous about telling James the news, although she loved him she wasn’t sure if he’d be to thrilled about having a child; it may mean leaving the music world behind, at least for a couple of years.

In fact his reaction was the complete opposite, he was thrilled when she told him he was going to be a father and was there for her every step of the way, even holding her hand as she delivered their twin boys, Julian Belgravia and Alexander Belgravia.

The family continued to gain more and more popularity as they toured the globe, flying home every chance they could to show off the twins to the family, who had soon came to love James once they got to know him and realised the arrogance was only a facade; he let down his barriers when he was with them. Cora’s life had fell into place in the most unexpected way, the day she entered that dive bar she set her life on a course she never expected. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Generation 2 HEIR VOTE (CLOSED)

Who will you choose to continue the Belgravia name into the next generation?

And the winner is…

OLIVE BELGRAVIA

Generation 2 – Chapter 16 Part 1

Oliver

Celeste had suggested I move on with another show as quickly as possible. My art was getting rave reviews from the critics and the buyers were clamoring for more work. The  most popular were the paintings I did of Celeste and of Tommy, in such a short space of time they had been dubbed the new necessity for social acceptance in the art world, if I’d painted you, then you’d apparently ‘made it’. I’d already started more portraits for a show I wanted to do in the future with one of Kitty.

The portrait show that I saw for the future would be a mix of ordinary people I’d just ask to pose, combined with a scattering of models and celebrities to bring the crowds in. I hoped I could get Ingrid Cale to pose for me, she would definitely bring a lot of attention to the work, as well as grandma. I hadn’t actually asked her to pose for me, I presumed she’d be down for it but I wasn’t really sure how she felt about being painted, definitely need to check that one out. Although the portrait gallery was my focus at the moment it was still a long way off. It would take time to sit down with a host of different people, especially with the schedules of the celebrities I was interested in painting. My current show was all about the human form, a series of paintings of both men and women in just their underwear. At first I’d ran into problems because it had been done so many times before, I didn’t want to copy anyone or anything so I’d decided to spice things up a little by giving the main paintings a homo-erotic feel.

The guys clearly thought  I was gay, and the girls obviously thought I was a pervert but I didn’t mind, I was paying them to pose, not to think. The paintings came out great in the end, at lease Celeste thought they’d do well.

Ah Celeste, after she’d kissed me on the night of the show she’d just walked off as if it was the most normal thing in the world, I wish! I didn’t know what she was doing, if it was just some kind of game rolling around in her posh English head or if she was actually interested in me (which I sure as hell hoped!) but I didn’t care as long as I got to make out with her again. Ah, that kiss…

The show came around faster than I expected, before I knew it muscle men in tighty whiteys and svelte girls in their panties weren’t hanging around my studio any more, the paintings were all set up, and Celeste was popping in to sort out the lighting and last minute details in between endless calls to her party planner. I was excited to see my family at the show, Celeste owned a gallery right on Grand Street in the centre of town, the Veloria Gallery, which had a studio and living space above it, so I’d been staying there. It was easier to ask my models to get to Grand Street than trek up into the country so I could draw them at home, besides I didn’t think mom and dad would have appreciated a bunch of guys and girls making out for hours on end in the sunroom while I painted them.

People were definitely shocked when they walked in the door. Not exactly by the homosexual nature of the paintings, this was the art crowd after all, more that it was a 16 year old who had painted them. I didn’t care about things like that, sex wasn’t something that made me squeam or get embarrassed or anything, I don’t really know why, maybe it was because I’d been looking at nudes from a young age, ever since I was interested in art, but whatever.

“My son! I’m so proud of you!” Mom gushed as I went over to talk to her. She had let me stay at the Veloria gallery for the past few weeks without any problems at all, I thought she might have tried to keep me at home, as I was still in school and stuff, but she’d just mumbled somethings about ‘her at my age..’ and walked off, whatever that was supposed to mean.

“Now I know I don’t know that much about art, but I do know these are amazing son. I really love them.” She looked around the room, taking in all the work before she looked at me once more, smiling broadly. I was so happy that she liked it, it was fantastic to see her up and about after the awful ordeal with the cancer. You wouldn’t have even known she was wearing a wig while she grew her hair back.

“Thanks mom, I’m glad you like them. Is dad coming?” I looked around nervously for Noah, he was definitely happy that I was out making something of myself but he would probably have been a bit put off that his son was drawing men making out with each other.

“He said he’d try to stop by later. Listen,” she leaned in close to me, “do we need to have a conversation about your sexuality?” I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not, was she being serious?!

“Mom!” I shouted back at her, outraged. How could she even ask? “Don’t you think I would have told you?!” I couldn’t care less that she was asking if I was gay, it was the fact that she thought I’d keep something so big from her!

“Okay, okay, sorry!” She said, throwing her hands up.

After pecking mom on the cheek I went around and said hi to everyone, I had to make sure my presence was noticeable, Celeste said buyers loved it if the artist came and spoke to them, it wasn’t as if it was any trouble, so why not. Heading into the second, much smaller room with a few more pieces in I came face to face with Ingrid. I hadn’t seen her since the last opening, although I had gotten a call from her secretary, a Miss Suzie Sandor who invited me to an upcoming gala being hosted at her Grand Circle mansion.

“Well, well. Mr Belgravia himself. I’d take my hat off to you if I ever wore one.” Ingrid smiled at me, waving her arm around the room to indicate the art. “Who are these fabulously beautiful models? It’s a wonder bodies like these even exist.”

“That’s the first one I got, James.” I told her, pointing to him on  a painting of all of the five models I used for the show. “He basically hooked me up with the rest.”

“And then you hooked them up with each other.” She joked, her hand resting on my arm for a few seconds. Looking into her face I was captivated. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman I’d seen, but there was just something about her…

“Do you think anyone will be joining us in this room?” She was definitely flirting with me.

“I dunno. I hope not.” I was trying to make it clear that I wanted to be in here with her, this was so surreal.

I’d had a poster of this woman on my wall just a few years ago, now she was flirting with me!!

“Who’s that one? With the grey hair.” She nodded back to the painting.

“Andreas.” I didn’t have to look at the painting, I knew the models by heart, my eyes never left hers. I didn’t know if it was the confidence I was feeling from everyone praising me all night, or the adrenaline rush of being so close to Ingrid Cale but I felt myself moving closer and closer to her, she stooped a little to be at my level, I didn’t feel emasculated or anything, who would if Ingrid Cale was stooping down to kiss them?! For a second I thought about Celeste, what would she think? But how could I resist a star of the silver screen?

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Kitty

The sense of elation I felt as I walked out of the journalism workshop was one I hadn’t felt for a long time. I hadn’t realised how behind I’d gotten on current affairs, how sloppy my writing had became, or, most importantly, just how much I missed writing. I’d finally caved and called grandfather, after all, what were family for if not to help each other? He’d gotten me onto the best course in the city within an hour of my call, and the next day I was there! I’d been hoping for some hot guys in the class, but they were total duds. Oh well, the writing was enough to occupy me anyway. I felt like I could do anything, thinking about the Nature vs Nurture debate we’d just had, thinking how the teacher had praised my work, it had been such a good day! I was so busy thinking about the class that I never noticed the loose curb…

Hitting the pavement hard I had the wind knocked out of me, ouch! I hadn’t taken such a bad fall in quite a while, thank God my spine wasn’t broken or something, jesus. I was definitely complaining to the local council about this one. Sitting up and nursing my head I got another shock, a total stranger leaning down right in front of me! He looked concerned, and was offering his hand.

“You okay there? Do you need me to take you to the hospital or anything?” He asked as he pulled me up. I was so embarrassed!

“Oh no, no, I’m fine, just silly old me, too wrapped up in my own little world to notice a god damn paving stone.” I laughed half heatedly, I really didn’t feel like talking, I just wanted to get home.

“You sure there’s nothing I can do?”

“Completely. Thanks for your help.” It was then that I really looked at him, he was actually really cute, and he was kind to boot! I had to take my chance now while I had it. “Um, I don’t know if you’re into it or anything but my brother Oliver is having an art show soon all these different portraits he’s done, I wondered if you’d like to come… you know, as a thank you.” I rung my hands nervously, it wasn’t often I was nervous about boys, but I wanted this guy not to think of me as a total freak.

He tilted his head to the side, smiling slightly. Damn I wished I had mind reading powers, I hated not knowing what he was going to say! It felt like hours before he smiled at me and nodded his head.

“I’d love to come, thanks…?”

“Kitty.” I smiled back, did I just pick up a guy on the street? Go me!

“Cool. I’m Laurence.” Laurence, hmm, the name didn’t really seem to fit the whole persona he had going on with the scruffy hair, denim jacket and converse, but whatever. After all, what kind of a name was Kitty?!

“Um, here, call me and I’ll tell you all about it.” I quickly scrawled my note on a scrap of paper from class and thrust it into his hand, and with that I ran off  to my car, smiling to myself all the way home.

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Olive

For a second I didn’t know where I was, then I remembered, Riley’s bed. I’d just lost my virginity, kind of a big deal I guess, but at least it wasn’t hanging on my shoulders any more. Moving to the window I looked out over the dark ocean.

What was I doing? I should just go home, where I was meant to be, I didn’t belong here. But I didn’t belong at home either, everyone was so perfect apart from me, the wreck of the family. They’d be better off without me.

“Morning honey bun!” Reena squealed from the terrace as I moved out into the bright morning sun after a few hours in my own bed. When I wasn’t drunk I realised how annoying she was, ugh.

“Morning.” I replied, sitting down and playing with my hair, I didn’t really know what to do with myself, hopefully there was some drink in the house.

“How was last night? Was Riley just amazing?! I think about having sex with him myself sometimes, but like, he’s my cousin! Like, ew?!”

“Uh, yeah, it was great!” I threw her a big smile, to be honest it wasn’t all that. I was uncomfortable with it, and it hurt a lot, but at least my stupid virginity was gone, I guess it made me a real woman. I sat staring at the ocean for a few more minutes, jeez it made me feel small. Looking over at Reena I noticed a strange look on her face as she stared at me, what the hell was she doing?

“What?!” I snapped after a few minutes.

“Babes, calm down! It must be your icky black hair that’s making you so angry. You totes need a Miami makeover, oh em gee! Isn’t that the best idea ever?!”

“You think I need a makeover?!” I accused angrily. Was she saying I looked bad or something, at least I wasn’t a walking barbie!

“Oh hun calm down, I know what I’m doing. Trust me.” Before I could object she’d grabbed my arm and was leading me through the endless glass house down to ‘the makeover room’ as she called it. Standing in front of the full length mirror I thought I looked fine, why should I change?

“Sweetie you’re more goth glam!” Goth?! I wasn’t a goth at all, just because I had black hair?! “You need to lighten the hair a bit, get some color on your cheeks, and a cute dress! Listen put this on,” She handed me a hot pink blindfold, “I swear I won’t go far! You’ll really fit in more with the Miami vibe.” She gave me her famous puppy dog eyes, well why not? If she wasn’t gonna go over the top I might as well let her make me look a little more Miami.

Stepping down once she was done a few hours later I didn’t know what she would have done, hopefully I’d just look a little more ‘fun’. We made our way back to the terrace where Carlie was waiting for us, she still wouldn’t let me look in the mirror though!

“Where the hell have you guys been I wanna go- OH MY GOD! You look so different Olive, I swear you don’t even look like the same person!” Um, was that good?! What had she done?

“Isn’t it sooo fun?!” Reena gushed, fixing my hair at the back, I still hadn’t seen it! I quickly ran into the house and looked in the bathroom mirror. Was that me? I looked completely different!

“WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!” I screamed, marching back onto the terrace in a fury.

“Hun just calm down, you look totally hot. Goth chic’s out sweetie, you wanna be glam, right?” I was about to scream at her again when I realised there was nothing I could do. I could go back to my original look but what was the point? I might as well give this ‘Miami look’ a try, maybe they were right, maybe I really did look better.

“So cute.” Carlie agreed as Reena linked her arm through mine.

“So girls, we ready to hit the clubs?” Carlie asked, pouring herself a shot and downing it.

“Clubs? Can we get in?” I asked nervously, if I was drunk I wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but I’d been in that stupid makeover room all day, I felt like I was going crazy.

“Of course!” Carlie and Reena both laughed at my obvious naivety. “In this town all you gotta do is look hot, flirt with the bouncer and you’re in. Lets have a dance before we go!” Reena ran and switched the music on while I quickly went to the bar and had a few mouthfuls of vodka. Much better.

We danced on the terrace for a few hours, I loved dancing, I just felt so free! I must admit the new look was making me feel a little more confident, I felt like I fitted in with the others more, who needed family when I had friends like this? It was as if Reena actually cared about me, wow, I loved them so much! The club we ended up going to was apparantly the best in the city, ‘only the best for us!’ Carlie had shouted as we rode up in the elevator, I must admit I didn’t think we’d get in, but after a lot of drinks I was feeling pretty sure of myself, and a quick flirt with the burly bouncer got us straight in.

“Don’t look now girls but we’re totally getting the eye.” Carlie commented as she enjoyed her Bubblegum Bubbles. The eye?

“Of course we are. Where are they?” Reena flicked her long blonde hair and looked around the club, quickly spotting the three guys across from us, smiling and nodding appreciatively.

“Um, they’re total duds. Why are there no hot guys here?” I asked the girls, I wanted to find someone cute to have fun with, not those idiots who only looked about our age. I’d had Riley now, I was worth more than that.

“Can’t you see the guy on the left?” I looked over at the foreign looking guy with the shaved head, um- ew much?

“What about him? He’s ugly.” I said.

“Who cares about his looks, he’s worth like 400 million, I met him last summer.” Reena said, seeming very interested.

“Sorry Reena babes, you know moms cut me off. He’s gotta be for me.” Carlie stood up, and smoothing down her tight leather dress sashayed across the room to where the boys were stood. Me and Reena followed a strategic 5 minutes later.

After a few minutes of shouting to each other over the pumping music we ended up downstairs on the dance floor. I got the best out of a bad bunch, I didn’t know his name, but he was a decent dancer so whatever. He definitely liked me, I knew that much. He kept putting his arms around my neck, which I’d strategically wiggle out of by pretending to be dancing, like I was better than him, I deserved someone better. At least I didn’t get Reenas guy, who I could see eyeing her up and down, a mini Barbie in her pink playsuit, impossibly long blonde hair and hot pink lipstick. He even grabbed her boob at one point!

I noticed Carlie was busy ensnaring her guy, they were over in a quieter part of the club, and I could see her hand grazing his crotch from time to time, I suppose a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. Her mom was cutting her off, I mean I don’t have a clue what I’d do without money. Thank god mom didn’t lock my account when I ran off.

I guess the night was a success, we got guys, we had drinks, and we had fun. I just wished I’d met a better guy. Rolling out of the club at 3AM we were quickly picked up by the police, when we couldn’t give them any ID it was straight into the back of a cop car, for a second I was nervous but I just ended up laughing about it, after all what would they do to Lily Belgravia’s granddaughter?

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Part 2 – the final installment of this generation – should be up tomorrow.

Also the family tree has been updated with Oriana and Alexandra’s families; can you believe that Lily is now a great-grandmother?! 

– Marissa x