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'WHY CAN'T I come?' my brother asks me as i finish packing my suitcase before zipping it up and leaving it by the door.
'because you have to go to papa's meetings. ill be back before the gala.' i shrug as hugo rolls his eye from the armchair he's sat on. he's wearing a navy ralph lauren sweater with light washed baggy jeans, along with his grey adidas campus'.
'fine, but if everyone thinks you're charles' girlfriend, don't say i didn't warn you.' he speaks, making me roll my eyes. like my brother, i'm wearing a baby pink ralph lauren sweater with light washed baggy jeans, with grey adidas campus'. on the odd day that we do decide to be civil with each other, we do like to match our outfits as well as our attitudes. however, this is a rare occasion – and it usually doesn't last very long.
'you know i would never allow that to happen. he's too arrogant, ignorant, annoying, bossy and might i also add–' i begin to list before i'm interrupted by my phone ringing. hugo starts laughing as i merely scoff at his childlike attitude, walking over and reading 'charlie' as the caller id. 'speak of the devil.' i murmur, before answering the phone. 'alo?'
'hey, i'm almost at your house. are you ready?' the brunette asks.
'yeah, text me when you're here.'
'okay. bye.' charles speaks as i end the call.
'can you take my bags downstairs, please?' i ask the maid in my room politely as she nods, taking my bags and leaving as i turn to my brother. 'have fun with your meetings.' i tease. my father has been adamant that since hugo was born – with him being the eldest – that he'd take over the family business soon enough. i've been to one of my father's meetings, only to fill in for when hugo claimed he was sick (he was in ibiza and missed his flight back) and needless to say it's one of the most boring things ever. it's full of old men talking about money and what they can waste it on, i mean, acting as if i wasn't in the room. i would gladly put their money to good use.
'oh shut up.' my brother complains, throwing a pillow at me on the way out as i laugh. we both walk downstairs as charles is stood with his hands in his pockets in the foyer, speaking with our mother. 'hey charles.' hugo says before dapping up charles and giving him a hug.
'théadora be responsible, yes?' my mother asks as charles takes my large suitcase.
'of course.' i shrug as i peck my mother's cheek. 'okay bye.' i say quickly, making everyone laugh as charles opens the door, letting me walk out before him as he shuts the door behind us. 'i forgot about this car.' i say as i walk around to the passenger seat, opening the door and getting in as charles eventually comes to the driver's seat after putting my suitcase in the back.
'hey.' he speaks, ignoring my previous comment as i look at him, rolling my eyes in response.
'hi.' i murmur as i lean back and put my seat belt on before i take my phone out. charles starts driving off, having only one hand on the steering wheel as the other rests outside the window.
