Chapter Twenty One
In which the party seemed traumatic.
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[Ross Pagette Monstine.]
Looking at myself felt like a joke.
I was used with dressing myself in this manner when we would attend any formal event. Of course, I would guess that anything they would throw for my mother’s celebration wouldn’t be what I would have expected. During the situations when we would spent it with family, it is always a normal day for everyone.
Like a family that is celebrating—nothing more.
But of course, these people aren’t like us.
“Are you doing okay?”
Looking back to the owner of the voice, I spotted my brother dressed to perfection. He’s wearing a normal tux, and his hair is whipped to its professional one. I would often forget that he does dress well when he’s going to a major event that t
