"Why don't you call the wedding planner, Henri?" Sebastien's irritating voice rang around the whole of living room.
Tim, who was sprawled over one of the chairs with absolutely no poise, rolled his eyes, "It's not fucking necessary"
Sebastien raised an eyebrow at his son, "I really don't like the way you swear. Do not speak that way in front of the Bleus, Henri. I am warning you"
Henri smirked. Like hell he cares. This is who he is, why would he change himself to fit what Sebastien likes? Yeah, right. He's not going to.
"If they can't accept me for who the fuck I am, then you might as well call off the fucking wedding"
