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A/N: Before we begin this story, I shall have to ask you to read a terribly long quote from a play. It has everything and nothing to do with this story. Also, I remind you that there are spoilers from Princess on the Brink. I also want you to know this is not really a chapter, more like a prologue. The next chapter is the real story. This also takes place during the beginning of Mia's senior year. If I get enough positive response, I'll continue.

And yet he should be always ready to have a perfectly terrible scene, whenever we want one, and to become miserable, absolutely miserable, at a moment's notice, and to overwhelm us with just reproaches in less than twenty minutes, and to be positively violent at the end of half an hour, and to leave us for ever at a quarter to eight, when we have to go and dress for dinner. And when, after that, one has seen him for really the last time, and he has refused to take back the little things he has given one, and promised never to communicate with one again, or to write one any foolish letters, he should be perfectly broken-hearted, and telegraph to one all day long, and send one little notes every half-hour by a private hansom, and dine quite alone at the club, so that every one should know how unhappy he was. And after a whole dreadful week, during which one has gone about everywhere with one's husband, just to show how absolutely lonely one was, he may be given a third last parting, in the evening, and then, if his conduct has been quite irreproachable, and one has behaved really badly to him, he should be allowed to admit that he has been entirely in the wrong, and when he has admitted that, it becomes a woman's duty to forgive, and one can do it all over again from the beginning, with variations.

—Mrs. Allonby describing The Ideal Man in A Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde

On to the story…I mean prologue…

Monday, September 7, Homeroom

Oh my God.

He's back.

What am I going to do?