What can I say? I'll never get over of my CHAPERONE trouple. They are my comfort.
You must be tired of hearing this, but again, this chapter is long as fuck. I am sorry, I always get carried away by my fantasies.
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Evelyn has not said a single word about the topic ever. Well, not voluntarily at least. Narcissa already tried to take some tips from the girl, but she won't talk much but "I don't celebrate this date".
Being someone who loves parties and big events as Mrs. Malfoy, she always get such a headache with her sugar baby on commemorative days. Evelyn only liked Easter and Halloween, absolutely nothing more, not ever her own birthday.
For the older woman, the little dumb golden blonde head, didn't even know Narcissa knew when her birthday was, considering she never told them the date, so she found kind amusing the fact that the girl stayed quiet during the month, hoping she would not raise any suspicions and let this event pass without a fuss.
What she didn't know was that Narcissa was planning her birthday dinner with seafood imported from Singapore, wine coming from France, pasta from Italia and dessert directly from Switzerland. Everything would be perfect for her sweet little angel, and her opinion about that little mattered at the moment, she would have a party and she would like it!
Knowing it could be an exhausting fight, the domme was planning with her husband, that the reason of the celebration would only be explained once for the girl and if Evelyn persisted on refuse the event, she would get for birthday's gift a beautiful bruised pained ass, for not appreciating the efforts her Doms were doing for her.
Little did she know, Evelyn was sprawled on the cold satin sheets of her enormous bed with Marie comfortably rested on top of her stomach and Betty seated just beside her, discussing the topic.
— She thinks I don't know. — The girl giggled as she caressed Marie's soft fur. — Narcissa Malfoy is everything, but good in hide her enthusiasm with a big event. Really Betty... I could swear one of this days she was measuring my head while I was asleep. Why would she do this other than do that stupid little hats?
— Maybe mistress Narcissa just wants to do little birthday for Little miss. — The elf said brushing the golden locks, like Evelyn was her own cat.
— Our dear Narcissa simply doesn't know the definition of the word "little"... But I'll let her do whatever she wants as long her soured son doesn't come. — Evelyn said making a face as she had indeed bitten a lemon.
Draco and Evelyn were like cat and dog, they simply couldn't pass an entire night without, at least, bickering at one another. At first, the Malfoy heir would start the provocation, confident that his parents would take his side as they always did, but in this single situation, he was wrong. When both of them stand in defense of the yolk-haired (as Draco called her), his face fell, taking with it all his arguments.
And obviously taking advantage of that, Evelyn acted like Draco always started the fights for her to act like the victim to the "adults". Although, she needed to be careful to not call any of her masters "mommy" or "daddy". Even if Evelyn would love to traumatize Draco that way, her doms would be furious at her, so she would just pout her lips, water a little her eyes with fake crocodile tears and say "Mrs. Narcissa, I don't know why is your son is pestering me this time. I did not do anything to him.".
