"No. I mean, yes. But, I can assure you nothing ever happened inside of the school."

Hillary evilly laughed "Oh you can, can you? Weird how neither Annabelle or her teacher denied the relationship took place in the school."

Emaculeta was struck dumb while Guinevere Bradley just watched the scene silently, her face unreadable.

"So, I suppose I sent you a letter, didn’t I?" the senator asked.

"You did," Simone’s mother replied calmly, ignoring her sister loud gulp of surprise. "But my sister had already told me about my daughter’s behaviour. And I had sent her talk to Simone."

"How did that go?" Asked the Senator ironically, trying to process everything <Sister?>

"Bad, bad. Your daughter has turned Simone into a monster!" Emaculeta roared before even thinking about what she was saying.

"MY daughter turned YOUR teacher into a MONSTER?" Hillary paused "Mother Emaculeta, I’m going to have to ask you to leave my house. You obviously don’t know who you are talking to. Talking about my daughter like that."

Clapping her fingers to call for the bodyguard, she gave a nod of the head towards the nun to order him to show her out.

Speechless and shameful, Emaculeta was dragged outside of the mansion, cursing under her breath.

Inside still remained Simone’s mother. Studying her, Hillary couldn’t help but finding the two of them a lot of physical resemblances. They had the same golden curly hair, the same blue eyes, the same wrinkle on the forehead indicating their upset. Guinevere was an older Simone who dressed like she had never seen the women revolution of the 80′s. Saying she looked old fashioned was an understatement.

“Do you share your sister’s point of view?" the senator asked menacingly.

"I honestly don’t have one," the woman replied ever so casually.

"You don’t?"

"No. I haven’t seen my daughter in a long time. I don’t know her very well. I sent her to my sister’s school at an early age so she would receive a decent education" Aware that the Senator was about to cut her to snap a remark, Misses Bradley’s voice rose a little "Which, I am aware didn’t work out so well." She paused, her face still unreadable, looking into the empty Senator’s fireplace "It wasn’t my personal choice to send her there in the first place. My husband had insisted. He doesn’t know about any of this of course. It would drive him mad. He’s a pious man and wouldn’t even understand it all."