𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐰 ➪ TIMOTHÈE CHALAMET

𝐢𝐢. 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟖𝟑𝟓

1:47 𝑎𝑚

it was time for the eighteen roses. Where you get to dance with whoever and hand you a rose and wish you blessings. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠, 𝑀𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑠, It reached to the point it was Timothèe's turn, who i was curious about, he walked to me with a smile,

"Hi again, Timothèe." his hands slendered on my waist my silk gloves. "How's your celebration going?" He asked,

"Good." But straight to the point, as our feet danced, Linked arms around each other. "Do you wonder how our parents got involved? My mother never told me." I asked, curiously, his eyes darting to my lips and up my brow eyes.

"They met somewhere in 1836, when they were younger, i guess. That's all what my dad told me. They were good friends." I nodded, with a smile. "Anyways, my wish for you is.."

"I wish you to live a happy and long life, grow as an independent woman, with or without men." And that was heartfelt; Women were always useless without men, Not responsible enough to fight back. Most men don't expect women to do that, but this one does.

"Thank.. you." His wish for me was unusual, but it was sudden, because our minutes of dancing came to an end, drifting away to the next person i was soon to dance with.

i couldn't get enough of the boy, i wanted to approach him as soon as this ended.

after the dance,
For a break of wine and laughter, it was finally the rest of the daughter.

She was sat among her cousins and the two heirs, around the huge table, full of jokes. "If you're getting married atleast choose a handsome sexy man!" My female cousin, mary, said.

"Oh but there are no sexy men that exists, would i want to waste my genes?"

"We're offended!"

me and timothèe exchanged smiles, continuing on laughing at the silly conversation occuring.

"The only sexy man here is definetly The king of sheff!" One of my other female cousins whisper; "i agree!" I whisper back, reffering to timothèe's father, theodorre.  I giggled.

"Hey, i hear the both of you!" Timothèe's eyebrows raised with a playful grin.

"That just means you're sexy as well, since he's your father." Josè smirked at Timothèe, teasingly.

"What did you expect? It's the Chalamet genes after all."

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the brunette long haired woman, stood beside the blonde male on the rooftop, admiring the outsides of her castle.

"I don't think Little Timothée will be a choice for my daughter." Maria stated, her elbows resting on the white railing cement.

reffering to which man Mary jane was supposed to marry, as soon as she turns older, she has to marry and take over the kingdom.

"Jesu christo, Maria. Just because we didn't end up together atleast give another version of us a happy ending." The blonde man put up his point, glaring at the woman.

"Plus, earlier both of them shared sincere smiles, in their round of table and every dance."

The woman knew she couldn't bare to see his eyes, roaming around her castle, knowing what happened between them, not being able to move on from the occurance that happened years ago.

"Don't tell me you don't want him to because both of us had history?" He asked, she looked away, hesitant to respond. "Move on." The man laughed and rolled his eyes.

Hating the thought of Theodorre, with another brunette, with freckles and a perfect princess, a form of royalty he chose over her.

"Whatever, Theo."

"You hate me but you still love to use that nickname on me?"