What kind of situation was this? a brother and a sister who knew nothing about each other suddenly found themselves, face to face, by surprise through the intermediary of a go-between who had taken to their heels.
Yaelle and Klan sat facing each other. The amazement of earlier was gone now, but they couldn't think of anything to say to each other. In fact, neither of them knew where exactly to start.
Yaelle, who was talkative by nature, could no longer bear this silence and ended up breaking down:
" You knew it?" she asked Klan who hesitated for a moment before answering her,
"Yes"
" When?"
"About three years ago when you went to see our father, I saw you arguing, and carried out an investigation and that's it".
Yaelle narrowed her eyes and stroked her chin as if analyzing the situation. Her expression somewhat intimidated Klan who felt guilty for investigating her without her knowledge.
"It's weird! I haven't seen you with the other two,"
Yaelle was talking about Bjorn and Denzel. Apparently, had they already met all three? and under what circumstances?
"To be honest, Beryl Artus doesn't really consider me his child..."
Why are there fathers as shitty as them?! that's what Yaelle had thought when Cali told her about her friend 'the brat with lot of money', but she never would have guessed that their shitty fathers were one and the same.
From what Cali had told her and what she herself had seen, Yaelle understood that Klan was a good person, not full of himself like the other two. They shared and bonded over their feelings and past being neglected children, but what thrilled Yaelle the most was knowing that of the two, she was the older one. Thus, she could tease Klan as she pleased when he put this cute apologetic look. However, there was one last detail missing; where the hell had Cali ran off to?
In fact, Cali wasn't too far away; she had taken advantage of Klan and Yaelle's inattention to sneak to the table near them. She didn't want to miss a crumb of this reunion and was happy to see them so complicit.
"Aah! It's so good to see you like this!" Cali exclaimed from where she was spying on them,
" You!!..." Yaelle groaned as if to say that Cali would have to answer her, but, not now. Her new little brother was giving her one hell of a party where she didn't have to worry about the bill.
Yaelle has decided to drink like a hole, dragging the other two into her downfall.
…
It was getting late in the night, neither Klan, Yaelle nor Cali seemed to be in their right mind. They had been drinking and dancing and laughing and drinking again all evening and now the three of them were drunk and tired.
Rather than common sense, it was an innate reaction that pushed Yaelle to go straight home and gave her herculean strength to face anyone who dared to upset her in this automatic return to the fold when she was drunk.
Klan and Cali, meanwhile, were driven by one of the lounge employees who often drove Klan back when he didn't want to drive after having a drink or two.
…
The next morning, everything was blurry and Cali woke up with a weird feeling; she got up with a start to find that she was completely naked and Klan, sitting on the bed, also barely awake, was holding his head in both hands with his broad bare back in front of her.
What the hell happened last night?