? P.O.V.

    The plane landed gracefully and the rest of the passengers began to unbuckle themselves. But I was still frozen stiff. What would the outcome be now that I'm back in Paris, France? Would she still forgive me? Or would she eternally hate me?

   I forced my hands to unbuckle my seatbelt and my legs shakily stood up. I grabbed my sling bag and walked until I was at the top of the stairs. I'm not usually afraid of heights, but I felt like I was at the roof of a building forced to go down by jumping off. (a reference *hint: D_ _ _ r_  _  _ _*)

I gripped the handle so hard that my knuckles turned white. My eyes were focused on the steps as I descended. It felt as if it took an hour or two until I was down on solid ground. It had been so long. Too long since I had been here.

I shook my head to dismiss the thought. Not the time. I went in to collect my baggage and waited until the person who called me here picks me up. I thought I was ready for this, so why am I suddenly thinking second thoughts ?

Someone tapped my shoulder.

"Ms. ------?"

I shook her hand, " Miss Marinette."

She gave me a smile and somehow I felt comfortable, " thank you for accepting my call."

I nodded, "is it this bad?"

She sighed, "bad is an understatement."

~somewhere else~

A ....pudgy man sat on his chair, his eyes narrowed like a hawk's and hands moving as if it were possessed. His newly hired assistant called him not too long ago to inform him that someone who was not welcomed has came back to Paris. And he would do everything in his power to make sure that she stays out. He did it once, he'll do it again.

'As long as I'm alive, I will make her life a living hell.' , he thought.

He was sure that she wanted a fight. Why else would she be here? Wasn't what happened years ago enough to scare her away? He wants her gone, even if he has to kill her himself then so be it.

~back with Marinette and guest~

   The two ladies were at Marinette's house....mansion whatever you wannna call it. She was staying at her place for two things. One was to cut off spending too much money and the other was for protection from him.

"I'm sorry", Marinette apologized. "You must feel uncomfortable being here again."

She shrugged, "I guess you could say that."

Mari placed her cup of tea down. "You don't have to hide it you know."

"Well what do you expect me to feel? If you were in my shoes, would you feel happy, safe or even comfortable when coming back to the place where you were tortured? By someone you trust!", she exploded before she regained her composure, " I'm sorry, I have a short temper."

Marinette nodded, "must run in the family."

She said nothing, raising her cup of tea to drink.

"But, I am curious."

She raised her eyebrow but still said nothing.

"If you do feel uncomfortable being back here in Paris, why come back."

She placed her cup down and looked down. "For my -----"

Mari nodded, "I see. But Miss -------, how can you convince her to talk to you?"

"That, that is the part I am still trying to find."

Mari placed a comforting hand over hers, "don't worry, I'll help you connect back to her Ma'am."

She smiled at Mari, "please Marinette, call me Jemima."

"Well then Jemima, if there is anything else I could do for you, just give me a call."

A.N. okay guys, who do you think Jemima is? And why was she far from home? What is her role? Comment on what you think and I'll comment back. Love you all ❤❤❤