5 Chapter 2 Part 1

Charlotte POV

So it turned out that the jewel that my Grandma's owned was really expensive and valuable in terms of history.But what shocked me most was what the news feed on Google had to say about the matter.

It said something like this "Red Ruby theft at Madison Mansion (name of my house) and the investigators found this.

So I clicked on the page to read more and the article continued, "One of the most elite Mansions in Ireland has been robbed. It is owned by none other than singer Charlotte Pourquoi's ancestors even with the high security and advanced technology.

The police tells us that the item stolen was a jewel which belonged to late Mrs. Madison (my Grandmother). The jewel itself is priceless and has historic value aside from the sentimental worth to the Singer and her family.

Though no news from the Singer herself has been received yet, the investigators tell us that they have restored a piece of paper from the crime scene stating "Paris, Louvre museum, 21:05, 21st April."

They suspect that a crime might take place there and as a precaution are closing the museum half an hour earlier before the usual timing. Stay tuned for more updates."

I mean seriously what are they thinking, first of all they expect me to say something about the incident and the police give credit to themselves on finding the piece of paper but most alarmingly announcing it to the entire world?!

If the thieves are clever enough to rob my house with the wonderful security that we have, are they not wise to not see the news and change the day. They probably must have a plan B, I mean I would obviously.

As I packing my bags I was really disappointed on the police for not thinking twice and acting so carelessly.

Then I noticed "Heather's poem" on the table and I packed it, in case I needed to take a time off and think about something else even though she was the least of my worries.

My parents were really concerned about my decision but let me go anyways. John dropped me off at the airport and in no time I was in the plane. I was really disturbed so I took out the letter that Heather sent me.

I hated to admit it, but the poem was really well written, it was like a riddle. The part that I didn't understand was "can you guard and save me?". Save what? And why did it have a fierce spirit and why did it gleam?

These thoughts were in my mind as time passed by and soon I was walking out of the airport. Rita's driver picked me up and we went o Rita's house.

We (Rita and me) talked for a while and then I told her that I was going out that night. I told her not to worry as she seemed concerned. I was telling the truth in a way since the museum is a safe place I thought in my head.

She then told me about all the fun places we could visit tomorrow. I agreed excitedly even though I didn't exactly come for sight seeing. I mean who wouldn't? Paris and France is such a wonderful place to stay in with its own story to tell and I didn't want to miss it.

Rita told me about her adventures in life as we were catching up after a long time. Suddenly her face turned serious.

"I know where you're going tonight"

"What?" I said half jokingly.

"Kelly called me as soon as you starting packing your bags"

"Chill Rita I'll be fine"

"I know you will but do you want me to come with you?" She said in the same way when my mom tells something while she worried.

"Thank you I'll be fine on my own"I reassured her.

I was tired because of the flight, so I told Rita that I'll leave after a short nap. But little did I know about the surprise that was in store for me.

The Next Day

"Wake up!" said Rita a little violently

"Is it the night already?"

"Yes and the morning also" Rita said.

"What?!" I said waking up immediately.

"Yes, I tried waking up multiple times and so did your alarm but since you didn't respond I let you sleep since I thought you were over thinking the situation anyways until I saw this today morning" she said. I was shocked as I read the headlines.