A Winter's Ball

And I knew

Cecil Palmer had known three things for certain by age thirteen. One, he was not going into law in his future, despite what his dad wants. Two, Dana and Carlos were the most unusual people he'd ever met, but he loved that. Like really liked that. And three, he was a devils spawn, according to the bible... and his mother who liked to publicly shame anything somewhat unusual, hypocrite... she slept with anyone who asked nicely.

An: now this going to go into first person. Enjoy this story! ^~^

I knew. The second I saw him and his sister that I was a cursed child.
"Cecil, this is Carlos and Dana. Dana will be working with your sister, and Carlos, will be your personal help." Said a woman most call Helena Palmer, Hells worst whore, or even easy Palmer, but I call my mother. I always knew that all the rumors of her getting around were true, the most evidently being my sister, Abbey. My dad (or at least I think he is), either doesn't care, is also cheating, or the dumbest person ever. One of the servants, Vincent, has the same eyes as her... plus he's been around as long as I could remember.
"Yes mo- Mrs. Palmer." I barely stammer out, as she didn't want me calling her mother anymore. Not that it really mattered to me.
As the woman walked out of the room with Dana, Carlos looked over to me.
"Hello Mr. Palmer," his eyes were like melted chocolate, his hair ohmyohmyohmycursemysoulgod his hair, it was the color of my soul for thinking these thoughts, and it was just above his shoulders. "Are... you okay, sir?" He asked, taking me out of my thoughts of beautiful Carlos.
"Pardon me. I was just thinking."