Alyssa's Cup Of Tea

🐇 Chapter 1

Laceheart was a prominent and established name in Marchen, the fame they held was undisputed that the other families could only seethe in envy and anger for all their plans to bring this household down were a wasted effort. Marchen was a country striving to publish stories sold worldwide and because of this unusual but abundant way of people's living, Marchen became labeled as Capital Country of Stories. The quality of published works they distribute never diminished and with that said, the Laceheart Family was top in penning the most authentic and renowned beautiful stories.

"Another victory to us, what are we if not gods themselves?!" The cheery statement came from Ramon Laceheart, the current head of the household and company they owned. He would never go out without a handsome garb to make him look above anyone. A man in his mid 40s that showed years of experience and intelligence in those cunning gazes. He raised the glass as a gesture of cheers to the people present in the venue. "Remember who we are, ladies and gentlemen!"

From a far corner leaning against the window, a tired sigh escaped a man's lips as he took a silent sip in his own glass wine. He was clad in a white and gray dress suit while his neck-length white hair was combed back to give a neatly handsome appearance. Parties were supposedly lively, a vibrant gaiety to forget about the sources of stress but Alessio Laceheart started to dislike this social occasion in general.

It was one of the main triggers to his tautness and boredom.

"Salutations to our household's creative minds! Never ceasing to produce such unique and vivid stories that capture the hearts of many!"

"Perfection brought to life, the pride of Laceheart family!"

"Nothing less to be expected from Midori!"

"There she is!"

Applauds and cheers turn volume louder in-sync with the arrival of a figure from the grand staircase. A woman in her early 20s with a natural air of sophistication and confidence about her that would make other females look dull in comparison.

Midori Laceheart reveled in the attention, chin held high for she knew her worth and there was no need to tilt down. "Thank you everyone you are all supportive of my ventures! I only did what I am fated to do—as the best and stellar author in the family!" Her tone was laced with humor, she chuckled and the others also laughed in unison but no one disagreed with that statement for in the eyes of the Laceheart Household, she was indeed stellar.

Haaaahhh, the sigh Alessio released was longer after witnessing such cringe sight. Why was he here again? He took his silver pocket watch from the inside pocket of his waistcoat. "What a nuisance, how long am I going to have to pretend this party is rubbish?" He spoke in a deadpan tone.

Extended family they may be and one of the oldest in Marchen, so was the wealth the Lacehearts held and so throwing such huge occasion like this was never an issue, they treated it as natural as breathing.

His dual-colored eyes slid to the left, far from where most people were worshiping Midori. Hm?

"...Alessa?" The default stoic mask Alessio wore slowly faded and morphed into confusion, puzzlement was gleaming on his uniquely colored eyes--left was raven black while right was a candid glowing blue that he usually covered with his bangs.

The person he was pertaining to didn't appear astonished but rather baffled and uncomfortable looking around with discomfort while trying not to be noticed from the floor length curtains where she was trying to obscure herself in.

But when it came to their youngest sibling, Alessio never missed. He walked to Alessa's hiding spot, towering intimidatingly over her. "Why are you down here?" There was a subtle hint of softness on his handsome face.