"Home again." The driver greeted Addison and she smiled at him and said thanks.
                          
"This is it," she muttered to herself opening the black iron gate, "Number 7 Pembroke Lane..." and looked up to see a window with the white billowing curtains – she supposed it was her mother's room. Gathering her courage, she walked across the tiled path, up the stone steps and opened the dark wood door to the threshold of her mother. She was amazed by what she saw, the curved staircase in front of her, the living room to her right and the drawing room beyond that.
                          
"Hello?" she called out. Upon hearing no answer, Addison quickly went over to the living room and paused for a while to see a cloth with the words WELCOME HOME KENNA artistically inscribed on it before heading to the austere drawing room and she saw two women in there, one sitting at the desk on a laptop, with brown hair, brown eyes and an oval shaped face and one on the arm chair by the window, a pretty blond with blue eyes, reading a magazine.
                          
"Aunt Spencer? Aunt Hanna?" she asked tentatively. The two women's heads snapped up to look at her as they both smiled big happy smiles and got up to greet her. "I'm home..."
                          
"Kenna? Your home!" Spencer exclaimed in an excited voice while walking up to her niece and hugging her tightly.
                          
"Yes," she answered her breathlessly, "I'm home," she said as she hugged her other aunt.
                          
"Kenna, you look so beautiful!" Hanna said as she took her niece into her arms once she let go of Spencer. "We've missed you so much." She whispered in her ear as they hugged. Addison smiled into Hanna's shoulder as they hugged.
                          
"Is that Kenna I hear?" Two men walked into the room, one with brown hair and blue eyes, with a kind smile and the other with dark brown and hazel eyes, with a happy smile as both of them looked at Addison.
                          
"Uncle Toby!" She said as she hugged her uncle and then she turned to her other uncle and hugged him too, "Uncle Caleb!"
                          
Caleb chuckled, "Hey, Kid, it's been quiet without you here." He joked.
                          
"It's good to have you back," Toby said jovially as Addison stepped back to look at everyone.
                          
"Kenna?" 
                          
That voice put a pounding in Addison's heart and she couldn't help but stiffen up a bit. Right there, across the living room, atop the curved staircase stood Aria Montgomery. Her aunts and uncles smiled at her and Addison rushed back to the foyer and saw the most beautiful woman in the world; her mother. Addison knew that she had her dad's bright green eyes but she was thrilled to see that she got the curly brown hair from her mom. She stared at the woman above her – stared at her soft hazel eyes and her exuberant expression at her daughter.
                          
"Mum," she said excitedly.
                          
"You're back!" Aria exclaimed just as excited.
                          
Instincts kicked in and Addison was slowly ascending the stair case as her mother descended. The two met in a hug at the middle and Addison was so overwhelmed, her eyes filled with happy tears as she hugged her mother tighter. Aria kissed her daughter's cheek in greeting.
                          
"I can't believe it's you," a teary Addison gushed as she stared at her mother.
                          
"And I can't believe it's you." Aria said and stroked her daughter's hair, "And with short hair! Who cut it for you?" she asked and Addison shrugged, "A girl at camp."
                          
"Do you hate it?" She asked insecurely. Whoa, backtrack. Since when has Addison DiLaurentis insecure? If only she knew what power this woman had over her father. Then she would understand.
                          
"No! I love it! You got your ears pierced? Are there any other surprises? Tattoos, belly-button rings..." Aria continued while Addison giggled.
                          
"What is it sweetie?" Aria asked, noticing the non-stop tears streaming down her daughter's cheeks; she gently brushed them away.