Barron POV
After about an hour of watching drama and emotional women who think everything is a hardship, we left to attend the family portrait. Brooke changed back into her dress and I... well put on my tux jacket and was pretty much ready. Well left my room and headed down the hallway.
"Monica is so messed up..." I comment, breaking the silence while walking.
"No she's not, have you been watching for the past hour?"
"Yeah, have you?" I reply
"Of course! But then why would you say she's messed up?" She responds by questioning me.
"Her family didn't accept her when she wanted to become an actress!"
"Barron, an actress, even after they sent her to Harvard?! Some people don't have the money to go to Harvard, and even after she gets in and study's law, afterward she wants to become an actress?" She stops in her path and crosses her arms.
"Yeah, and?" I reply genuinely confused about what the problem is
"With a mind like that you might not get into Harvard after all."
"You take that back Brooke" I say raising my voice a little
"I mean you might have the money but... the IQ is a little less than average." She says
"What?" I reply even more confused than before
"People raise their children hoping for the best, hoping they will grow up, make money, and live their best life. Barron, some people are making minimum wage and barely affording a home. To first have the money to get into Harvard is a huge accomplishment, and getting is absolutely amazing! So when she goes through all that school, paying all that tuition, and then decides to become an actress. I guarantee that thousands of people would like to be in her place, being educated at an Ivy League. So, when her parents don't support her in changing careers, I get that." She replies, I see her face light up with a different look than usual. For some reason her face has changed from a look of careless debate to fearless passion. She holds confidence in her posture. Something not even some world leaders do. I try to do the same when I respond but somehow can't find the same emotion as her.
"But her heart wasn't in the right place when she was in law."
"Then why did she waste all that education?" She says
"It wasn't a waste Brooke, it helped her realize that law wasn't her passion! Why is this such a problem for you?" I reply
"Why is this a problem for you Barron? You of all people need to understand different perspectives?"
"I can only say the same for you Brooke." I respond
"Ok, let's change this heavy subject. ." Brooke states in a lighter voice.
"Agreed." I say matching her tone. We then continue walking to the designated portrait room, the largest parlor. I'm hoping that a photographer will be there to snap a couple photos and send them to the painter so we won't have to stand in place all evening.
"You ready Brooke?"
"Ready to get this over with" she pauses and sighs
After a few moments the whole family is in the parlor ready to snap a photo and get back to work.
"Okay everyone this will take just a few moments" the photographer announces. He has neatly combed brown hair, tall lanky build, and large framed glasses. In a way he kinda looks like where's Waldo, just without the red striped shirt. He has a deep accent that may seem British but not quite. For some reason I just can't place it, and it's not like I had luck recognizing accents in the past. When I was younger my father sent me to meet the British Prime Minister's son. He was about a year younger than me, but very well educated. Of course I didn't know that she was from Britain because dad forgot to tell me. It was supposed to be a surprise, I was initially told he was just a family friend. So when I met up with him in New York I instinctively thought he was from New York. After many guesses of where he was from, Louie finally said he lived in another country.
"I knew it! It's your accent, sorry about that. You must live in Australia! How is it?" I responded to him.
"I'm British actually... didn't the accent give it away? Australia and Britain are on totally different sides of the world. Your Donald Trumps son, aren't you?" I remember him saying in a shocked tone. That was one of the most embarrassing days of my life. I mistaked the British accent for Australian, and because of that I will never, ever, assume somebody's accent. The photographer placed everyone in position. I stood more near the middle of the group with Brooke, marking the barrier between families. A quick picture was taken, and it was all over in a matter of minutes. The photographer then placed us in a new position to create options for what our placement would be. After about four photos, Brooke and I got to leave while the adults decided what photo would be used. If I'm completely honest I never wanted to stay in the first place.

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