♚ —— chaaaaaaaaarles.

Nora has been very annoyed after give birth to Thaddeus, now her baby was 2 month old, and Charles wanted to baptize their child. He chose the godparents, it was deal both of them did. Nora picked the baby’s name, and Charles would choose the godparents for their precious son. Every night when Charles mention to call the godfather, Nora always fake an illness, saying she’s headache, tired, she wasn’t even in mood to buy new dress, and of course her husband was getting pretty annoyed with her.

He never been rude to Nora, but this day she have to ‘prepared’ the dinner the way he wanted, hiring servants, and buy stuffs including new dress for Nora. Thaddeus godfather was James Patrick March. Charles had already announced it, to him and Nora was crying and crazy, all the servants could hear them fighting all the time, and this makes their child wake up, and crying and affecting the nerves of both of them.

What’s the problem about this? She wasn’t even sure Charles’s the real father of her son, she tried to kept herself but James was always trying to seduce her, and she ended having an affair with him. The nanny brought Thaddeus, dressed in a lace, and stayed with him on the room, Nora was trying not to cry, she is ready to receive the visitors in her place.

The doorball rang, her heart explode inside of her lungs. “Go open the door, Nora and be nice.” Charles said while looking at his wife that is clearly distressed. She take a huge breath, holding her own handkerchief close to her mouth, and nose, and the way she look at the door hesitating. But then she wrapped her hand with her own handkerchief to open it. And let a wide smile spread on her face.

“Hey, Mr. March!” Her beautiful crystal blue hues, teary, and she seemed unhappy, she is unhappy, and she let him get inside of her house. “Charles is awaiting for you.” She tried not to look at him, hating this moment, this was a bad idea. James shouldn’t be the godfather of Thaddeus, especially when he’s the biological father. Truth be told James has more highly possibility of being Thaddeus father’s than Charles.

Her husband came after, her to greet James and her wrapped an arm around her waist. “Hello, dear! Would you like some whiskey? Nora isn’t feeling well, those days, right Nora, dear?” He made an warned look to Nora, and she forced a smile, nodding.

              _{Fingertips held an invitation as he would stare down at it’s cursive letters. Ah, at least his surgeon friend had reminded himself that James enjoyed things to be quite formal. Sat down on the back seat of his car, it was only a mere question of time until he could arrive at the residence of the Montgomerys, being accompanied by his wife. Truth to be told, entertaining was one word he would use to describe such situation he had found himself into. A man of culture, albeit being proudly responsible for certain murderous activities that remained a secret to the society yet  (  as it should as long as he’d live  ), becoming a godfather to the child of the woman he once had an affair with.}

                                                       Ah, it was too ironic to be true. 

              _{To say in perfect words how it had started, however, he could not. It was spontaneous, as Mr. March was merely amusing himself with the company of an exquisite beauty with quite the same similar taste as his very own, an attempt of seduction coming from him that was then attended. It was different, to be quite honest. To be with someone else other than his darling Marilyn, especially when this someone else wasn’t a person he was particularly looking to perform his art on.} 

              _{Minutes passed by and they had soon arrived at the desired place, a chofer opening the doors for his superiors as the Marches made their own way to the door  ;   he rang the bell once. Experienced eyes locked into the woman’s ocean ones, noticing the clear change about them  ;   unhappiness. It was quite obvious, actually. Not exactly something March would have to put an effort to discover and, yet, he found better to ignore such a thing.   ❛   Mrs. Montgomery! Always a pleasure,    ❜   A polite smile was offered with his usual charming tone, fingertips reaching out for her hand as he’d placed a small kiss on top of it; a normal reaction out of a gentleman, and yet looking at her he would, a glance almost imperceptible as for his wife should not know.} 

              _{Ah, now he could definitely say it  ;  such house was incredibly well decorated. Not that James wasn’t aware of that already, and yet everything would fit with such harmony and perfection; almost placing an equal rank as his palace of a hotel. Before another thought could even pass through his mind and definitely after his wife would eulogize such archtecture, Charles’ voice was heard. Oh, but the scientist had a particular line of work that he definitely both agreed with and admired. As a fellow enthusiast for the darkness, albeit in different proportions, Mr. March certainly recognized the other’s talent. And yet, there he was; as false and furtive as a snake.} 

              _{❛   Ahh, my good friend Charles. Bring me a Macallan, please,    ❜   Words escaped as he would observe the couple, clearly noticing the blonde’s nervousness. If any other occasion, James would most likely demand for her to stop. Still, he couldn’t. Not yet.   ❛   So it seems. I’m sure your wife will most likely feel better soon, especially when me and Marilyn have come all this way to meet our godchild. Won’t you, dear?    ❜   Oh, but he’d merely hope she’d understand such hidden meaning behind his rhetorical inquirement.}