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Friends yesterday, lovers today, soulmates forever." — Unknown
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"Dad, do I really need to go? Medhi and Samael are going to train with dad and Sikaya is going to an important meeting without me." Isaiah complained.
"Yes, you are. Even though I'm not the type who usually cares about what the aristocracy is going to embarrass me there with one of your ragged costumes. So no, you will stay in this carriage and go to Madame Laverniaire with us, my son. Oh, and your brothers and sister are not forced to come with us because their gowns were already prepared for more than a week. You three are just like your father, you prioritize work and now you run to your dad to take care of you. "Dad sighs, massaging his tempe. He is not wrong.
"Your husband won't be able to remind you to prepare your clothes for important events, you know he will be busy and I won't always be there for you." He tells me, I tried to imagine the prince screaming at me because I still wasn't ready for an important meeting, it could be quite an amusing experience.
We, Dad, Fatima, Isaiah and I, we're in the carriage in directions to miss Laverniaire shop, the best couturier of the city.
I was busy these past weeks to remind myself of what I would wear for the ball, fortunately a very annoyed Dad came to see me at the training station to help fix that.
And apparently I wasn't the only one who did. Fatima is fixing the floor as if she was avoiding dad's deadly stare and Isaiah was feigning ignorance at dad threats he threw at us, and told us it would be the last time he would help us, especially me.
He was right, it was maybe the hundredth time we had forgotten about it. Dad was grateful for the beauty he had given us, otherwise the time when we had to go to a convention with Father clothes on would still be the main gossip of the court. We happened to be the main subject of their discussion.
The aristocracy, fancies and hates us. They like us for our beauty, wealth and status, yet despite what Dad represents, a late working Baron, an omega and on top of that a Farih. They are not all racist and xenophobic but some of them are, for them, the fact that my Father married my dad.
I mean, he had no family, no money, no title, some say that it was because they could still remember the huge bump my father tried to hide. Then after my birth they thought that because I was male and alpha my Father would go away and find himself a mistress.
Imagine the shock when less than two years after Fatima was born, then Sikaya, Isaiah, the twins, Medhi and Samael.
It was quite shocking, they would think Sir Thomas would go around and fill the nearby villages with bastards.
My dad was in his thirties when his last baby was born and even after that people would still talk shit.
Dad and father liked going on regular dates in the city or in the countryside. They are really glued to each other but people still don't understand that they love each other.
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To be continued....
Soon, a majestic ball will be thrown. I wonder how things will go for our protagonist, hehe he!