-The guest room, two minutes later-
Standing inside the guest room, Victoria was trying to figure out where any photo albums or records could have been stashed. The most obvious place was under the bed, but she needed to think of other places that could be hiding anything useful. However, a quick look around the room told her that there were not too many places to hide anything because there was not much furniture to speak of... only a wardrobe on the right wall and a bed on which Abigail's suitcase was sitting. There was no closet, which was why Victoria supposed there was a wardrobe in the first place.
Since there were only two real options, Victoria would start by searching under the bed. She walked up to the bed, got on her hands and knees, laid on her stomach, and carefully rolled over onto her back. Then she carefully scooted on the floor until she was under the bed.
Once there she began checking the bedframe but did not find anything except a dust bunny or two. This was another waste of time. The only thing she was going to get out of this was a coughing fit once she inhaled enough dust. Victoria slowly got herself out from under the bed and stood up, then dusted off her clothes. She immediately turned her attention to the wardrobe and walked towards it, then opened the doors.
Victoria found nothing of interest inside. In fact she did not find anything inside. No old clothes, no old books, no old magazines, nothing. Victoria shut the main doors and began to go through the drawers on the bottom.
She opened them one by one and inside each drawer was nothing except a little bit of dust here and there. Victoria sighed and shut the last drawer, then turned away from the wardrobe just as she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Victoria had expected her uncle to show up, but instead she saw Abigail walk into the doorframe.
"Hey Vic, I heard from your uncle that you're looking for some family records you think are hidden in your house." Abigail said to Victoria. The brunette nodded.
"Yeah, but so far I haven't found anything. Either the records don't exist or they were hidden very, very carefully." Victoria said to her friend. The brunette walked towards the door and Abigail moved out of the way, letting Victoria pass by on the way to her room. Abigail followed Victoria into the latter's room.
-Inside Victoria's room-
Victoria and Abigail stood in the middle of the former's room and continued to talk about how the search was going and why Victoria had started it. Victoria mentioned her fortune from the Halloween party in Capital Crocus and Abigail was quick to give her opinion on the matter.
"So you're saying that a fortune teller told you that there might be four other family members out there who managed to get out of Capital Crocus before your parents were killed?" Abigail asked Victoria.
"Yeah. Or at least that's what I was told. I'm starting to think that I was lied to." Victoria replied as her eyes wandered over to the bookshelf. She quickly looked at Abigail when the blonde spoke.
"Of course you were lied to, Vic. I mean, come on. How's a random stranger gonna know about your family?" Abigail asked sarcastically, not even bothering to hide how she felt. Victoria was a little put off by the sass she had just received from the blonde. Abigail did not pay any attention to the brunette and continued to talk.
"Tell me that you didn't have to pay for your fortune to be told." Abigail pleaded.
"No. I got it told for free at a Halloween party here in Capital Crocus." Victoria replied. Abigail did not seem impressed by that admission.
"At least you didn't get cheated out of money." Abigail snarked. Victoria could not believe the level of sass that Abigail was throwing at her, but the brunette was not offended. Instead Victoria laughed a little.
"Yeah, I probably got taken in by the smoke and mirrors." Victoria confessed. Then her facial expression turned serious.
"But I don't remember anything about my family, Abby. I don't remember what my parents looked like, what they liked to eat, what they wore, or anything about them. I was kinda hoping that I could find someone who could tell me about my family. My uncle was away from Fiore for awhile, so he can't tell me very much. When the fortune teller told me that four people would show up and my family would be reunited, I was hoping that I had older siblings out in the world who would come home one day." Victoria made another confession in a completely serious tone of voice. Abigail's face softened.
"It's no big deal, though. I don't know why I'm doing all of this now because some fortune teller put on a show for me and made a lucky guess." Victoria casually dismissed the futility of her quest with a self-deprecating remark to hide the feeling of defeat that she was feeling as she spoke. The brunette really wanted to find something to make her search worthwhile, but it seemed like she was just wasting her time looking for something that did not exist. It would be best for her to just move on and forget about this whole episode.
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