Faustini ✔️

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"School time!" Donatello teased Alessandro as Catalina and Elena walked down the stairs already dressed in uniform.

Elena saw Beatriz helping Donatello out with his tie, she tilted her head. "Why isn't father here?" She asked.

Once Beatriz was done with the tie, she stood back up. "Your father has gone with Lorenzo." She explained.

Elena laughed. "Does father know Lorenzo's no longer a child?"

"Whatever, Elena, you're stuck with me." Beatriz scanned both of them. "Catalina, your tie." Beatriz muttered before helping herself to fix it.

All children of the Faustini household attended St. Augustine High School, an exclusive private school with ridiculously high fees. Alongside the exclusivity of St. Augustine comes the uniform. For boys, it was black shorts with a white shirt and a blue stripped tie. For girls it was the same shirt and tie, but the shorts were replaced by a blue skirt with the same colour and pattern as the tie. There were optional accessories: scarfs, blazers and knitted vests but luckily, the school seemed to turn a blind eye on the elite, these items could be replaced with something custom.

Once Beatriz was finished with the tie, Catalina turned to Elena. "Roman should be here any minute." She told Elena.

"Hey!" Donatello was appalled. "What about me?"

"You're not cool enough to ride with us." Elena teased as Catalina walked over to the door, spotting a limo, she turned back to Elena. "He's here."

They both hurried downstairs and Donatello grumbled, sitting back down with Alessandro.

Later that morning, on their way down the street, Roman was chatting away as Catalina and Elena followed. "You know, this school couldn't have picked a better patron saint to represent us. St. Augustine. You know him, right? He had a life before he converted, or as we'd put it nowadays, he was a hoe. I know Catalina, he's your kind of guy." Roman was interrupted by a playful push from Catalina. "I'm not joking, he had a mistress! He even had a kid!"

Catalina was about to respond, but was stopped as they got to their school steps. She saw Letha Laiture and her minions. Elena smirked. "Don't worry." Elena told Catalina.

"Elena." Letha commented, she stood up and skipped down the stairs. "I was wondering if you'd like to sit with us this year. It would be a great experience for you."

Elena rolled her eyes. "Letha, with that attitude you can kiss your dreams of the Faustini ball goodbye."

Letha's jaw dropped. "How did you know about that?"

Elena smirked. "All the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't hide Letha's consistent inferiority. Maybe I should be Queen of St. Augustine." Elena laughed as Catalina and Roman followed her past the flock.

"Wait, you're not allowed to sit above us!" Letha exclaimed.

"Oh really?" Roman cockily questioned. "I was thinking we should sit on the roof!" He laughed away as he slung his arms over both Elena and Catalina. They strutted off without a care in the world.

Meanwhile Amara sat across Sebastian as Esteban served brunch. "Father's busy with Lorenzo, I'm feeling anxious, Seb. What if Ashton isn't available and I have to go with Claudio?"

Sebastian laughed. "Then he'll be double as anxious as you are. Elena told him to stay away last night. I'm thinking it worked. That or if you'll ask her, she'll take care of it for you."

Amara gulped and shook her head. "Best not get her involved."

"Ah, I see you are the slightest bit sane to see maybe a scheme from her isn't appropriate." Sebastian shrugged. "I'd let her scheme for me. I think she hates Claudio more than you do. Wouldn't it be great to fuel that energy?"