❦ 𝙇𝙖 𝙋𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖 ❦

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˜"*°• La Papessa •°*"˜

"But milady—"

Inside the Arcana Famiglia mansion everyone was getting ready for 'Papa's' 59th birthday party. (Y/n) checked the time on her pocket watch as she declined Mariella's idea, of her wearing a dress.

"There's no need for that, besides I'm already 14 seconds late for father's birthday party."

The maid sighed at her master's words. "At least put a bit of effort on yourself, milady." (Y/n) paused for a bit, then lets out a groan. She honestly thinks that such things aren't really necessary.

"Fine."

The brown haired maid smiled in victory. "Yes. Take your pick, milady." She moves asides and motions for (Y/n) to pick whatever clothing she likes.

(Y/n) then picks up a plain black, long sleeved overcoat. She examines it and smiles at satisfaction.

"This one then."

Mariella furrowed her eyebrows. She sighed for the umpteenth time. "That's better than nothing I suppose." The maid approaches her master and adjusted (Y/n)'s overcoat.

"Thank you, Mariella. I'll be going now."

(Y/n) adjusted her sleeves one last time before heading out. "Oh— and go check on Felicità for me. That would be all." She ordered as she walked out of the room.

The maid bows her head before leaving. The (h/c) haired girl walks down the hallway, turning around a corner, she is met with Dante.

"Dante?" She asked.

"Oh (Y/n), there you are."

Dante lightly smiled at her as she observed him. "Shouldn't you be at father's party already?" She tilts her head.

"I was about to but I decided I would like to escort you there." He says as he disposes the cigar from his mouth.

(Y/n) slightly cringed at him, though she tried to ignore it and spoke. "Escort me?" The girl fixes herself a bit before continuing.

"I'm perfectly capable of escorting myself to the party."

Dante pursed his mouth into a slight smirk then he placed a hand on his chest. "I know you are. But is it wrong for me to have the honour on escorting the one who organised the whole party?"

He says while doing a dramatic pose. The (h/c)-nette rolled her eyes and snickered at his antics. "I suppose, you may have the honour." She playfully mimicked him.

"Then, shall we?"

The bald man offered his arm at her in which she went along with. (Y/n) nodded and off to the party they went.

When the duo arrived at the main lobby, the whole place was full of guests. (E/c) eyes scanned the room, she was looking for her sister, Felicità. But it looks like she has yet to arrive.

"I'm going to greet our guests."

(Y/n) gently lets go of her hand that was holding on Dante's arm. The latter obliged and they both went on their separate ways.

As time went on, the said sister of the (h/c) haired dame, finally made her appearance. "Feli." (Y/n) greeted the red head and embraced her. Felicità hugged her sister back.

However as they let go of each other, (Y/n) furrowed her brows. "Feli, you're not wearing a dress?" She asked, (Y/n) already knew that Felicità wasn't the little obedient girl anymore and that she can be stubborn.

But the eldest still hoped that she would at least make an effort of herself, today was their father's birthday after all. Well, there's no helping it now.

"You're not wearing one as well, onee-sama."

Felicità replied. Looking at her sister up and down, examining her. (Y/n) tittered, the red haired can say a clever point.

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"Touché sorella, touché."