What if Jennette Margarita had a twin sister? One who was just like Athanasia. One who knew not only '𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜', but also '𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜?'
One who was particularily fond of the lovely brunnete p...
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♔ 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 ♔
Juliette huffed, struggling to pick a flower from the ground with her weak grip.
She had taken a good long minute to stare at her hands and silently curse them before she attempted to pick the daisy.
She sighed, no luck. Again. How would Juliette make a daisy flower crown for Jennette at the rate she was going?!
Sulking, the one year old plopped herself on the grass.
"You always have the strength to barrel a tea pot at my gorgeous face, but you don't have the strength to uproot a flower?" Anastacius scoffed, adjusting a sleeping Jennette in his arms. "Pathetic."
Juliette glared at the still-disguised man, annoyed how he sat on a garden chair in the comfort of the shade while she was out here in the scorching heat, likely getting a sunburn.
"Well," she huffed, "then why don't youhelp me? If it's so easy." She suggested with a condescending tone, squinting her eyes at him with a sarcastic smile.
Both her and Jennette's speech had equally gotten quite better in the past few months that they had spent with Anastacius. Jennette, because she began teething earlier than Juliette, and Juliette, because she often found herself shouting at Anastacius more than Jennette did.
Actually, Jennette barely talked at all. She was always sleeping for some reason.
"I never said it was easy." Anastacius replied, squinting his eyes with a sarcastic smile in return.
Juliette squinted her eyes further.
"But, I suppose I could help." He smirked, waving his hand once.
The flower uprooted itself, yes, but it also curled into a bud and wrapped its rapidly extending stem around little Juliette's ankle.
Juliette's jeweled eyes widened. She squawked out a yelp before she began to shriek at the top of her lungs, being dragged across the flower field.
Anastacius chuckled, watching with a satisfied smile as his one year old child wrestled with a plant. He felt pretty proud of his parenting.
♔
"Princesses!" Mary stressed, watching the two girls stumble through the garden hand in hand. Jennette, with a flower crown made of daisies on her head. Juliette, drenched in water and covered head to toe in minor scratches.
