Dear readers, I will use this time to inform you about eavesdropping.

Eavesdropping is when you secretly listen in to a conversation that you were not meant to hear, like if you were listening in on your parents talking about a surprise party or about a friend of there's dying in a fire.

The reason I tell you this dear readers is to tell you now to what the Quagmire and Baudelaire parents where doing at the gala for in honor of the Valiant Flying Doves was to eavesdrop on the Fire starting side, the mid-tiers.
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"This is going far more easier then what I expected," Angela Quagmire as she watched from the glass roof of the ball room with her husband.

"Is it wrong for things to go smooth?," Matthew Quagmire said to his wife.

"No. It's just surprising."

Matthew knew well as she did that this was going to smoothly and has yet to feel a sense of bother or worry.

Well.....

Except for this morning when he felt a bothersome chill going down his spine for no reason that he knew of and probably won't find out about his daughter going to a book store and falling in love with a boy she barley knew until when later on his life when trying to keep them apart will be useless.

Or the worrisome chill that he'll find out about later that day, coming from his middle child at home trying the mysterious bitter liquids that were hidden inside the secret compartment in the globe in his office.

As they watched from above, keeping a careful eye on Beatrice and Bertrand at the gala filled with men in black suits and women in unnaturally big dresses.

"Where sitting ducks out here," Beatrice Baudelaire said as she feels the stares on multiple people on here, many not the good kind, especially for a married women with children.

"Just stick to the plan and everything will go smoothly," Bertrand Baudelaire said keeping his wife close as he keeps careful watch on his surrounding.

Soon it came to there attention that they were being surrounded while there own targets were heading to the the west wing of the ball room.

"Beatrice darling, how much do you like that dress," Bertrand ask as he keeps eye on the target.

"Well, it was a gift from my mother when I turn eighteen...." Beatrice said not sure where the question was going about her green dress that flattered her so well.

"Then I do apologize for what I'm about to do," Bertrand said and before Beatrice could react red wine was spilled on her gown by a waiter that Bertrand tripped.

Luckily, it left them an excuse to leave to the west wing.

Signaling the Quagmires, they headed onward a minute later were gathered in the corridor.

After arriving, Angela, knowing the history of the dress Bertrand just ruined gave him a pretty impressive right swing and an argument on dry cleaning and respecting heirlooms before they could continue on there mission, but, that's not important.

"How did you get here so fast," Beatrice asked Angela.

"The back entrance was left open," she said, but Beatrice will find out, that when they leave through the back door later will see two men passed out in a corner from a concussion to the head by a hard kick.

Careful not to make a sound, listen in on the conversation in the room through the small crack on the wall.

".....we get are hand on the documents, then we can remove are enemies the ease and take away their funds," said a loud screechy voice.

"But there is safety guards, which family's do we chose," said a feminine voice.

"It's best to remove the Snicket and Baudelaire while they are left unguarded, the Quagmire will be a more difficult case......" said the screechy voice again.

Before they could go on a man barged in saying,"the stars have changed course," and before they could have a chance to interpret the meaning were surrounded by men carrying weapons.

"Just like old times?" Matthew said, directing the question to Bertrand.

"Just like old times," he said back with a smirk.
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Violet Baudelaire enjoyed the cool water in the lake at the park, splashing around, careful not to get her clothes wet and remembered her time at the Caribbean's at her brother's wedding with her husband at the beach, the water was a lot like this but clearer.

The wedding present for her brother, a island resort; for her sister-in-law, the pearl farm close by.

She remembered her brother being so happy that day and a year later, was about to have twins, but there is no point in knowing their gender if they never had the chance to be born.

Meanwhile, the present Klaus Baudelaire, was busy thinking about the girl he met at the book store and couldn't help but feel embarrassed for putting down that couplet or in the main point, over hear there conversation but can't help but question even more if she ended up taking the book home.

"Are you still thinking about your future wife," Violet said to Klaus.

"W-wife." Klaus said.

"Yup, Isadora Quagmire," Violet said but Klaus was quiet busy at the moment, passed out.
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Klaus woke up hearing the early bird chirp as he lied on his bed collecting back his consciousness and quickly ran to his sisters room.

"SHE'S MY WIFE!?!?!?" Klaus said not realizing at the moment that it's the new day.
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Isadora, couldn't seem to put down the book, only desiring to read more which she gladly did even through her brothers didn't seem to want to stop there pestering about there little sister being in love, although Dear Reader, I find it ironic given that I know of there 'going to be' experiences in falling in love.

Although she found it strange. She keep reading it when she came back home; she kept reading it when Quigley hobbled on his good leg to torment her; she kept reading it when her parents came home at night, and she still reads it now in the gazebo in the morning in the back yard taking in the smell of periwinkle and mint.

She stopped reading when she heard the yelp of pain coming from her parents room.

Dear readers, if you ever have to deal with children, take caution because loud sounds attract them. Especially if they recognize that sound.

"What's going on?!?" Isadora said opening the door to see her father wearing bandages.

"Is every thing alright?!?" Duncan said arriving a couple seconds after Isadora.

"I CAN'T GO UP STAIRS," Quigley yelled from the lower floor wincing in pain after accidentally hitting his broken leg agains the first step.

"Go to your room," Angela said pushing her children out of the room.

"But..."

"Go to your room," Angela repeated stopping Duncan and had finally got Duncan and Isadora out and slammed the door as they herd more sounds of pain from their father.
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"What's going on," Quigley said seeing his siblings come down from his parents room.

"Father's bleeding..."Duncan said but was soon interrupted by his brother.

"Why was he bleeding?!?!," Quigley said directing his question to his sister.

"I-I don't kn-know," she said in a stuttering whispering voice, not sure how to deal with the situation at hand.

"How do you think he got wounded?"

"I don't-"

"Do you think it has something to do with the people who came two days ago?!?"

"I don't kn-"

"Do you think they were trying to kill him?!?!?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!" Isadora said yelling tears coming from her eyes, cradling her self on the floor. She had know idea what to think or even what question to ask. She had no clue who harmed him or if he was going to die and, for this nine year old child, was scared at the thought of losing her father or mother.

She felt lost.

"I don't know..."