Pacifica was back home, bored out of her mind. She laid on her bed, wondering if Dipper would ever text her(let's just assume for all intensive purposes that she gave him her number). She had gotten home alright, her driver never questioned why she had taken so long nor did he tell her parents how long she had been absent. Although not wanting to look too suspicious, Pacifica raced around and bought some things just to show that she had been shopping. She never really paid attention to most of what she had bought but on her way out she had noticed a gorgeous dress in the window of a more obscure boutique.

*flashback*

She went inside and for once wasn't hit by a gagging amount of perfume or some God awful music that was considered "hip". Instead this place have her a more cozy feeling, and she thought she could hear someone speaking in the back room. She went to go check it out and was amazed at what she saw, an woman was giving what seemed to be dress-making lessons.

The woman had a kind face and seemed energetic enough to keep up with her students who kept asking questions. Pacifica noticed that the woman was very much Asian(not being racist I swear, this pertains to the story) and while she was really pretty, she had a few grey steaks in her midnight black hair, and had some bags under her eyes, probably due to sleep deprivation. The woman then noticed Pacifica in the doorway and and excused herself from her class.

"I'm so sorry miss I was unaware I had a customer in my shop, usually my daughter handles them, or are you here for lessons perhaps?" The woman asked kindly, genuinely excited for the prospect of a new student. "No no, I'm just a customer; I saw that dress in your window and it was just too beautiful not to look at." Pacifica said hesitantly, afraid that this might disappoint the woman. But when she looked up the woman had a face of delight still very much visible. "Excellent, you have good taste. My daughter made that particular dress, called it her finest work yet and frankly I can agree; she wasn't the most fluent in silk weaving as she is now." The woman replied happily.

Pacifica was delighted to hear that she hadn't upset her host but then another question nagged at her. "Why are there not many people in here, you're dresses are amazing." Pacifica questioned. The woman then frowned at this and replied, "All these damn shops who make their dresses from fake materials like polyester, rubber, plastic, and nylon, they have taken the art of dress-making and soiled it. I grow MY materials, in MY garden, and any duds come out of MY wallet!" The woman ranted before calming down slightly. "But they can sell their fake rags all day long because their dresses are priced lower than mine so more people flock to their shops, it's a miracle that I found this many people still interested in authentic dresses!" The woman explained, gesturing to her class in the back room.

"Well I think you may have a new favorite customer and potential student if you're up to it?" Pacifica said cheerfully, making the woman smile her broadest smile. "Oh you are just a wonderful girl, what's your name dear?" The woman asked happily. "Pacifica ma'am," she replied hesitantly, not knowing how this woman would react to having the only Northwest girl, actually only Northwest child, a possible customer/student. "As in Pacifica Northwest?" The woman asked kindly. "Yes ma'am, the same." Pacifica replied, mildly embarrassed that she had to say that. "Well this certainly is a surprise, my daughter Candicine mentions you plenty of times for me to recognize you, you must be her inspiration of some sort because she was dressing very differently this morning." The women said, making Pacifica look up.

"She must not know too much on my family, good for her. I wonder who her daughter is, I want to meet this girl now." Pacifica thought, before returning her attention to her hostess. "I'm sorry to ask but what is your name?"Pacifica asked, mainly wanting to not be rude(partly because I'm sick of writing "the woman" over and over, and I know some of you are too). "I'm sorry Pacifica, how rude of me, my name is Nikita or to some "Nicki" for short. My mother named me that when we were still living in Japan and I haven't had the heart to change it." Nicki said with a slight chuckle.

"Well, uh, Nicki, I wish I could stay, you're a very interesting person but I have to go before I'm missed." Pacifica and, she really was behind schedule and didn't want to make her driver, or worse her parents, suspicious. "Hmm, oh I'm sorry I must've rambled, here I'll ring up the dress for you." Nicki said, walking over to the dress mannequin and gingerly removing the dress. She then got out a bag with a hangar in it(don't worry it's not a wire hangar), and rung it under her cash register. "That will be...$725, and yes we do accept credit and debit cards." Nicki said jokingly. Pacifica smiled and swiped her card, she knew that she still had over $800 in cash inn her but decided to be a little inconspicuous. Pacifica grabbed the dress and turned to go before she called back. "Thank you for your time Nicki!", "Anytime," was all she could get out before she was called back into her class.

*end of flashback*

Pacifica looked in her closet at what she thought was her most beautiful dress to date, even more so than her purple one she had worn at the party. She was planning on throwing a fancy party of her own but in the town hall. Pacifica had told her parents that it was a charity event and that they could come if they wanted to, but she knew how her parents were and predicted that they'd say no. Of course she was right but she managed to convince them to let her go just so she could keep a good appearance. They agreed but on the condition that she would have an escort with her, which she was fine with because she was notorious for slipping away.

Being unable to take it any longer, Pacifica went to go ask her father, Preston Northwest, if she could go hand out the invitations to the party around town. She went to go check his office first, mainly due to the fact that he was always working around the clock. She opened the heavy door and looked inside, but he wasn't there. She turned to go but something kept her from leaving. She stepped inside and closed the door, not wanting her father to know that she was in here. For years he had always told her to stay out of his office unless it was absolutely necessary. "Like betraying your family," Pacifica muttered then shook her head in anger.

She walked towards her father's desk, a giant piece of oak handcrafted by the most notorious wood crafters in the world. When her father bragged about it once, while in a half-drunken stupor, he said that it was so heavy that he needed a small crane to get it to his front door and about 7 men to carry out to his office, which he then underpaid them for what the job was worth. He also mentioned that he spared no expense in having an electronic drawer placed on there, and that it was only accessible to his thumbprint, but the drawer was hidden and you would have to find it first. Pacifica then started looking closely at the desk, using her overly keen sense of detail to look for this secret drawer(what, she has to be like that to be good at her sports, all of them).

She then noticed a slight irregularity in the wood pattern between the two large file drawers on the left-hand side. Figuring that this was the oh so secretive drawer she heard about she started wondering how to open it, until she remembered one crucial fact, her father was a heavy sleeper. Moving to the master bedroom(really hard to find when all the bedrooms are the size of an apartment), she went to her parent's bed and sure enough saw her dad snoring away a day's work or an hour's wine. She grabbed a latex glove from her purse and out it on(seriously, can anyone tell me why they have those at all times), wiped her thumb across his nose gently, then pressed it across his thumb(if anyone guesses what movie this is from then I'll buy you pizza). She went back to his office and prayed that this worked. She then pressed her thumb to the drawer and waited. After five seconds of what could only be described as a verification sequence, the drawer popped open, revealing a single, aged, manila folder.

"So what's exactly so secretive that you need a special drawer to hold it, but is in a ratty old folder?" Pacifica questioned, lifting the folder out of the drawer. She opened it to find something rather odd, "The Northwest Family Tree, that's the big secret? Yeah it's not like we don't have a thousand copies of that lying around the house already." Pacifica said, disappointed that it wasn't something more exciting. She scanned the page until she came to the last Northwest, a grainy photo of her as a baby. Pacifica smiled because that was probably the only time she actually was happy as a Northwest, before her parents really laid into her. She then looked up above her photo to see a man and woman that weren't her parents. The man looked to be a fair deal younger than her father, with a smaller chin and black, scruffy hair. The women looked as equally younger than her mother, with wider eyes that seemed to have more love in them than her mother's, she also looked to have long, wavy blonde hair.

Pacifica then started to daydream, "I wish these were my parents, they probably wouldn't be such sticks in the mud like mine are." Pacifica thought, once again depressed. She then put the strangely altered family tree back in the folder, put that back in the drawer, and walked out of the room, making sure nothing else was out of place. She then went out on her own to hand out the invitations to the party to the townspeople, and to a very special boy she had in mind.