Chapter Two: Art Exhibition

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'Act Eight'

☆CHARTER TWO☆
art exhibition

☆CHARTER TWO☆—art exhibition—

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Sirius kisses his wife's forehead, as he sits down beside her in Klaus' art room, where the three are relaxing, as Klaus paints and Crystal feeds Hope.

"How's Bekah?" Crystal asks, resting her head on Sirius' shoulder.

"What about me? I'm perfectly fine!" Rebekah says, slightly confused.

"Maybe you ran off." Marcel snickers with amusement.

"She's doing fine. Informed me that she's in Paris at the minute and would call you later." Klaus tells her softly, making her hum.

"Did Nik finally let me go?" Rebekah asks giddly.

"Your not my captive, Rebekah." Klaus tells her annoyed.

"Well you serteanly act like I am." Rebekah huffs, with a glare.

"Luckly bitch." Crystal pouts, making her mates laugh.

"Nik, don't you have a art thing to go to?" Sirius asks, curiously making the hybrid nod.

"I do, indeed. But thats in another few hours." Klaus muses, eyes flicking over to him and his wife.

"You look so giddy." Riley laughs.

"Piss of." Klaus grumbles.

"What's the point anyway?" Kai rolls his eyes.

"Unless you want your head ripped off. Let me paint in peace." Klaus smiles at him.

"Painting=Threapy for dad." Henrik tells them snickering.

"Nervous?" Crystal teases, making Kluas glare at her.

With a laugh, Crystal pats Hope's back softly, who lays against her mother's chest.

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A blonde female realtor is showing a very fancy apartment to a potential renter, and she walks around the main room as she describes it to him.

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