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I sat in my room, my legs crossed on the table, a cigarette in my veiny hands. I was scrolling through my phone, checking some threats. Suddenly, one of the assistants walked in. I raised an eyebrow, my eyes dark. A cold look in my eyes.
"What?" I snarl. "Sir, you have been told to get ready. You have to go to a dinner with your parents at 9 PM sharp." She bows. I furrow my brows. A dinner? For what? "Noted. Get out." I command.
With a sharp sigh, I stand up, discarding the cigarette. It was 7:30 PM already. I go to my wardrobe, seeing the huge pile of clothes. I took out a designer suit, tailored.
A brief sneer paints my face. What was going to happen? I fix my hair, letting some strands fall out. How fucking annoying.
Someone slammed the door open. Thinking it was a servant, I turned, furious. But, it was Leonor. My sister. I snarled.
"Knocking is a thing, you little bitch."
Leonor rolled her eyes. She was in a fitting navy blue dress. Her hair in a messy bun. I snarl. "Come here." I call out and pull on her hair, open. "Ouch!" She sneers. I don't say a word and start to fix her hair, making her a proper bun with her strands out. She looks at herself and grins. "Ooh! I love it!" She grins, doing a twirl.
I sigh. "Fucking dumbass." I sneer. Leonor sighed. "Whatever! Anyway, I'm super exited for the dinner! I bet she'll be just gorgeous!" She squeals. I let out a frown. She? Who?
"Who?"
"Ah...you don't know! You'll see." She winks, a cheeky glint in her eye.
I snarled. Fucking dumbass. Suddenly, mother walked in. "Hurry up, you two!" She says. I walk to the door, my steps calculated as Leonor follows behind.
