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Author's Note: Okay, so I haven't written in a while and I'm sorry, but I'm trying to write more of this story. I apologize! I'm just working on so many stories and so it's hard to keep them all going. It really depends on the amount of reviews I get, so please review! I think I will keep the events in this story much like the ones in the show, unless something happens where it wouldn't make any sense in this verse. And eventually, I will have to go off into my own little AU world because...well, you'll find out why. Please review! ~Jackie

Chapter Four: Meeting Motta

The Motta mansion was huge. The house was so big, it must have covered several acres of land. The lawn was lush and green, the hedges perfectly trim. There was a garden overflowing with brightly colored flowers and herb plants, obviously Terri's. The house itself was gorgeous, a brick mansion with a quaint porch and freshly painted shutters on the windows.

"Come on in," Terri said, unlocking the front door. "Al should be inside."

The kids all gasped as they took in the mansion's interior. The grand foyer had an elegant, crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a winding staircase. Having been raised in New York City all their lives, none of them had ever seen a house this big.

"Look at this carpeting!" Sugar gushed, bending down to feel it. "It's so luxurious!"

"Glad you like it," replied Terri and Rory glared at the back of her head.

"Be nice," Sugar mumbled. "She got me a rich daddy who has a house with such expensive furnishings!"

"Gold digger," Rory though to himself, but he kept his mouth shut. Since he'd been friends with Harmony and Sugar his entire life, he knew saying such a thing wouldn't be taken well by either of them.

Terri led the three kids into a small sitting room and Sugar clapped her hands. There was another, smaller, chandelier as well as a sleek, glass coffee table, a chic couch and chair set and a china cabinet filled with priceless crystal. Sugar immediately began to inspect the dishes while Rory sat down on the couch, propping up his feet only to be reprimanded by Terri. Harmony spotted a grand piano in the corner of the room and made her way over, sitting down at the bench and letting her fingers drift slowly over the keys, accidentally hitting a single note.

"Do you play?" Terri asked.

"No," Harmony shook her head. "I'd love to learn though."

"Al sells pianos for a living, so he has a lot of them. I'm sure he could get someone to teach you how."

"Thanks, Terri," Harmony began, only to be cut off by the entrance of a man who had to be Al Motta. Sure enough, Terri immediately introduced him as such.

Sugar jumped up and threw her arms around Al, catching him off guard. "Daddy, it's me! Sugar!" She cried in an overdramatic way. "I've come back to you!" Harmony and Rory burst out laughing.

"Umm...nice to meet you, Sugar." Al replied, prying the small teenage girl off of him. "Now, can you let go of me?"

Sugar backed away. "Sorry," She mumbled as Terri scowled at her, grabbing Al's arm.

"Al, honey, this is Sugar Lopez-Pierce and her friends, Rory Anderson-Hummel and Harmony Hudson."

"Hello Mr. Motta," Rory said.

"Hey," Harmony remarked, looking the man up and down. He was handsome for a man his age and dressed in an expensive ensemble even her Uncle Kurt would've approved of.

"Now," Al said. "Let's get down to business, shall we?" The kids nodded and Al pulled out three ID cards from his pocket. "You are now Sugar Motta, Rory Flanagan and Harmony Smith, not Sugar Lopez-Pierce, Rory Anderson-Hummel and Harmony Hudson."

"There's no pictures on these," Sugar interjected.

"Well, we're going to take some." Terri answered. "If you three would just follow me into the kitchen we'll get started by setting up a backdrop."

Al and Terri walked off and Sugar dashed after them. "Daddy! Daddy, wait for me!" She called.

Rory stood up. "Are you coming Harmony?"

"Yeah," She replied. "Just a second." As Rory left the room, Harmony looked down at her photoless card. Was she really willing to give up her identity to meet her parents? "Yes," Harmony said to herself. "Yes I am."