Butler's Night Out

Chapter 7 - Adjustments

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Finding Celia a groom had proved to be more difficult than Ciel had expected.

At his age, most young noblemen were already either married or betrothed.

When Ciel and his sister were children, Edward Midford had been promised to Celia in marriage.

Unfortunately, when everyone believed Ciel's twin was dead, Edward had been given a new fiancé and had already married another woman.

Sebastian had hinted constantly at a "potential" match for Celia.

One that was "close to home"............

One that was "exceptional"...........

And it annoyed Ciel more and more each time Sebastian brought it up.

On a dreary afternoon, the Phantomhive butler stood pouring Ciel's tea, prattling on about how unchivalrous the young men Ciel had considered for his sister where when Ciel slammed his fist down on his desk in anger.

"Blast it, Sebastian! You may not marry Celia! There! It's out! An order! Is that understood?!?" Ciel snarled.

Sebastian looked surprised and upset.

"May I ask why not, my lord?" Sebastian inquired with a frown.

Ciel suddenly seemed shy and turned his face away, although his voice held a mixture of emotions, some of which Sebastian could not decipher. "Because I need you here with me....."

Sebastian grinned.

"To serve me, of course!" Ciel snapped, looking up at his butler.

Sebastian gave Ciel a smirk as he nodded with a polite bow. "Yes, my lord. However, if I may, I wonder what would happen if our situations were similar?"

"What are you talking about?" Ciel asked with narrowed eyes.

"May I have permission to make a phone call, young master?" Sebastian asked.

"I.....um......sure." Ciel agreed, confused.

Sebastian smiled. "It seems a single me is just simply not enough, you see?"

Ciel blinked.

What?

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After more useless suitors, more wasted afternoons on meaningless introductions over tea, and many frowns from both Ciel and Celia, the frustrated Phantomhive twins sat in the parlor one evening after dinner, scowling at each other.

"Brother, why don't you just let me get on with my life?" Celia asked.

"Because apparently you don't know how." Ciel scowled back, referring to her involvement in the drug trade industry.

"Now, now, young master. A gentleman always treats a lady with respect." Sebastian chastised as he poured their chamomile tea. "And a lady always obeys the head of her family." Sebastian nodded, serving Celia then Ciel.

Both twins looked a little ashamed as they sipped their evening tea.

Ciel nearly spat his out as Sebastian suddenly stepped in front of Celia and knelt down, taking her hand. "Pardon me, my dear, but would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive and becoming my wife?"