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"𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ𝓈, 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓈𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓂ℯ𝓈"
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Ophelia had less than three hours sleep, constantly tossing and turning in her bed and dreading to wake up the following morning to what she knew had to happen, no matter how much she didn't want it to. At seven o'clock, she had reluctantly trudged down the stairs to greet her family, plastering on a smile as the last thing she wanted to do was burden Rebekah with the guilt of leaving her younger sister. The vampire had far more important priorities than worrying over Ophelia's mental health, like trying to protect Hope from a bunch of psychotic witches. At least, that's what the Stone had convinced herself. As she watches the sleek, black Range Rover pull out of her driveway, Rebekah giving her a wave before the vehicle disappears down the street, she finally lets her smile drop and a heavy sigh leave her lips.
Initially, she hadn't been so keen on letting the pair of females stay with her in Beacon Hills. Especially because back then she had a rather strong dislike for children, specifically babies. Although as the time passed, she had grown to love Hope Mikaelson as much as she did the rest of her siblings. The two girls had become so attached to each other that it made Rebekah physically sick at the mere thought of parting them from one another. But at the end of the day Ophelia had to set her own selfish thoughts aside and let her niece and older sister go.
