˜”*°• La Papessa •°*”˜
In the garden, Felicità tried to find the white kitten that was somewhere in the area.
Then Felicità heard a sound and looked up. There she the kitten on the tree. The red head attempted to climb but was stopped.
"You mustn't, milady!"
"Luca!" Felicità slightly gasped at his sudden appearance.
"Your sister will surely scold you for doing such thing, so allow me."
Lies. Luca just wanted to do it so that (Y/n) can praise him for such a wonderful job. Or so he thought.
"H-Here, kitty, kitty."
As Luca climbs the tree, he reached his hands out to grab the kitten. "Don't move, okay?" He said to the cat.
"What's going on here?"
Startled by the sudden voice. The kitten jumped off and landed on the ground, leaving Luca stuck on the tree.
"Found you!"
"Eh?"
"What the heck?!"
Nova and Libertá ran towards while screaming at each other. The kitten jumped again in the gazebo. Both boys spilt ways and tried to corner the poor animal.
Then the idiots jumped on their feet and, surprise, both bumped their heads instead. The feline then frisked over and into (Y/n)'s bosom, which bounced a bit.
"You jerk!"
"You get away with this!"
The kitten clung onto (Y/n), it was frightened from the blonde and blunette's tone of voices.
Felicità noticed it and she pouted. Giving both idiots a swift kick to punish them.
"Will you two stop?!"
The feline meowed in delight as (Y/n) petted it and earning a purr from it.
"They say cats like girls... but could it be any more obvious?"
"Seriously..."
They both groaned from their injuries and slowly stands up. Felicità chuckled at the sight of them. And her sister knew why.
"What's so funny, princess?" Libertà asked.
Felicità smiled, "It's just so rare for you two to agree on something."
"Other than the fact that you both did something so stupid." (Y/n) added, causing both of them to flush with embrassement.
"So, what are we going to do with the cat?"
"There's no choice but to return it to where I found it."
Later, the boys and the sisters were seated in the gazebo.
"You mean Fiore Street?"
"No."
Everyone's face turned to look at (Y/n). (Y/n) saw something on the cat's neck and she revealed to everyone that the feline belonged to someone.
"We shouldn't return this feline to where you found it, we should find the owner."
"But we don't any leads."
"I think we do."
They stared at her questioningly, what could possibly be their lead to find the owner?
Felicità then caught a whiff of a floral scented perfume. Where could it come from? That's when she started to sniff around. The red head was focused on the scent that she didn't noticed the looks the boys were giving her.
"Feli. It's the cat."
"Oh..."
(Y/n) snapped her out of her trance, though she'd be lying if she didn't admit that Felicità looked funny. And she tried to hold her giggle, which she managed to do.
"It smells like flowers."
"This would be..."
Suddenly, the family advisor appeared out of nowhere.
"A perfume made from a blend of Osman Rose and Prelude Rose."
His sudden appearance slightly scared the crap out of our mc. Though she did not show it. And Jolly found it amusing.
"Jolly!"
"Not to mention the ribbon around its neck is made from fairly expensive material."
He was uncomfortably close to the (h/c)-nette, but she won't lie, he definitely looks damn attractive.
'What the—?! What the hell, brain?!' She mentally yelled.
(Y/n) then snapped out of her head and looked away when she realized, she had been staring at him for who knows how long.
Jolly gave her frowned.
"What's the matter?"
"Shouldn't you be in your lab?" She shot him back with a question.
"Yeah, you rarely leave the lab." The blonde added.
"What are you doing at this hour?"
'Oh nothing, just wanted to see the face of the woman I have longed to lust.'
Is what he would say, but knowing if he had said that, he probably wouldn't get to see anothet day again.
.
.
.
"Simply bored, I suppose."
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