~ Chapter 17

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>> 5 Years Later >>

**Maddie’s POV**

“Any luck finding a job?” I ask Alithea. She rolls her eyes at me.

“I finished school two months ago,” she complains, “give me a break!”

“You know Dad’s offer-”

“I’m not working in the shop.”

“Alright,” I shrug, “look, can you go and get Olivia? We need to get going or they’ll miss the train.”

“Do I have to?” Alithea groans, “I hate dealing with Little Miss Popular.”

“Lith, she’s your sister.”

“And she’s a brat!”

“Go.”

“Mum!”

Go.”

Alithea groans and stomps upstairs. I turn back to Arianwen.

“How’re you going, sweetie?” I ask. She looks up from her breakfast.

“I’ve finished my book,” she says.

“What book?” I ask.

“History of Magic.”

I turn around and look at the book she was reading. It’s Alithea’s old history book from school.

“You read all that?” I ask, taking it. Arianwen nods.

“It got a bit boring in the middle,” she says, “but the end was good.”

I shake my head at my five year old. She’s an absolute genius. It’s sort of scary.

“Brat-face hasn’t finished doing her make-up,” Alithea says, sitting down opposite Ari.

“For goodness sake!” I growl, walking over to the kitchen door, “OLIVIA!”

“COM-ING!”

“Who’s brat-face?” Arianwen asks innocently.

“Oli-”

“Alithea,” I warn.

“Mum!” Carmen calls, running up the hall, “we’ve got to go! We’re so late!”

“Alright,” I tell her, “ready to hop in the car, bub?”

“I am not a baby,” Arianwen retorts, sliding off the chair.

“Right, sorry,” I amend, “come on, quick! You coming, Lith?”

“Uh, no, I’m meeting with Luke,” she replies, checking her watch. I stop in the door way.

“Luke Wood?” I ask, raising an eyebrow, “Oliver’s nephew?”

“Yeah, that one,” Alithea says, “we were going to go job hunting together.”

“Oh yeah,” I smirk. Alithea blushes bright red.

“Not like that,” she says, “we’re just friends.”

“Yeah, I was just friends with your Dad at one point too,” I tease.

“You’ve got, like, twenty minutes,” she says, “go already!”

“OLIVIA! CAR NOW!” I yell.

“GIVE ME A MINUTE!”

“WE HAVEN’T GOT A MINUTE!”

I heard Olivia running down the stairs. She appears around the corner covered with make-up and looking ticked-off. Alithea looks over her and an evil smirk appears on her face.

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