Leopold Parr walked as fast as he possibly could in and around Victoria Station. The young officer had anticipated the arrival of his younger sister with great trepidation. He finally saw her waiting for him in a mauve overcoat and a large purple hat through the window of one of the station’s waiting rooms.
When Miss Violet Parr got up and walked out of the waiting room, Leopold’s walk turned into a sprint as he finally reached Violet and hugged her tightly in a collision of joy.
Violet pushed hard against his force not to fall on her back. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered. “Really Leopold, this show of affection can do with some self-restraint!”
“Two years in France…” Leopold replied, “…haven’t changed you a bit!”
“I know better than to let the French freely mold me to their pleasing!” Violet Parr huffed in a mock of indignation. Then she turned her gaze to a young girl standing next to her looking curiously and cautiously at Leopold. “…but I am afraid I can’t say the same about young Isabella.”
Leopold looked at his young niece in utter astonishment: Isabella was a pretty little thing with curiously mixed features. At such a young age, her skin looked like a yellowish tanned shade of ivory. She had long light brown hair, hazel eyes and a serious look of disapproval on her face.
Makensie smiled softly, nodded her head, and said her goodbye.
She walked a bit slower on her way back to Violet's apartment, thinking about why Violet seemed so distracted at the mention of Clift, and their daughter, Victoria. Like something was on her mind.
"Ofcourse something is on her mind, you idiot. Her daughter is missing", Makensie said to herself.
She picked up her pace, and headed back to the apartment.