Chapter Text
June 8th, 2019
Camille: 26
Mia: 4
It was a beautiful Saturday morning; sunrays bathed the entire apartment in bright light. Camille stood at the large window front, enjoying the view. Paris was wonderful. When there was a knock on the door, Camille looked at the clock and grinned. Nine o'clock. Like every Saturday. She opened the door and looked into the face of a nineteen-year-old boy. He carried a shoulder bag and smiled at her. "Bonjour, Camille."
Camille smiled back at him. "Bonjour, Louis. How are you?"
"Very well, thank you very much. And how are you, Camille?"
"Couldn't be better, thanks for asking. Do you have something for me?"
He laughed. "Always." He pulled a newspaper out of his bag and handed it to her.
"Merci," she said, and he grinned. "By the way, your last movie was great."
"You saw the movie?"
He nodded. "Yes, with my girlfriend. Oh, speaking of…" He took out a notepad from his bag. "My girlfriend, Isabelle, asked me to ask you to give her an autograph. I told her that I know you. Would you do that, Camille?"
She winked at him. "Well… Actually, I'm not supposed to sign autographs in my free time, but I'll make an exception."
He smiled and held the notepad out to her. She wrote her autograph on it and gave it back to Louis.
"Merci, Camille. Isabelle will be very happy about that."
"You're welcome."
He put the notepad back in his bag and looked at his watch. "It was nice to see you, Camille."
"Likewise, Louis. Au revoir."
"Au revoir, Camille. See you next Saturday." He waved to her, then walked down the hall. Camille smiled and went back to her apartment. She sat down in an armchair by the window and opened the newspaper. It was the same as always. Suffering and horror in the world dominated the front page and most of the newspaper. She leafed through the pages, however, there didn't seem to be anything spectacular today, apart from the terrible news in the world. But then a name caught her eye and the world suddenly stopped. She felt dizzy. She read the headline again. Maybe she was wrong.
Big Time Rush singer Logan Mitchell announces engagement!
No, Camille hadn't been wrong. Everything in her suddenly felt numb and empty.
Logan…
The memories came back. To distract herself from this, she looked in the article for the name of the woman who must be the happiest person in the world.
Peggy Young.
Peggy? Peggy from the Palm Woods?
The Palm Woods…
Logan…
Peggy…
Engaged…
"Mommy?"
Camille quickly put the newspaper aside. A second later, Mia entered the living room, her wonderful daughter. Camille smiled, walked up to her and hugged her. "Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"
Mia nodded and hugged her mother back. "You?"
"I slept great," Camille said, kissing her daughter on the top of her head. "Hungry?"
"Yes!"
During breakfast, Mia told Camille about her dream from last night. Camille listened, laughed, and pretended that everything was fine. But she couldn't get this newspaper article out of her head. And while she was listening to Mia, she thought of Logan.
Logan, whom she hadn't seen in five years, who was now happily engaged - and father of a four-year-old daughter named Mia…