The Pierson family was only elegant and beautiful from afar. If one focused only on their wealth, their status, the accessories they wore, the bags they carried, and the jewelry on their bodies, it could easily mislead anyone about what the family truly was.
Behind the glamour, the display of wealth, and the graceful smiles and laughter were wicked intentions deeply rooted in their hearts.
"Zoren's running late," Belle pointed out. "And so is Uncle William."
"It's Uncle Zoren," Dean corrected lazily. "This is a family gathering. Be careful. Something as small as this can be used against you."
Belle chuckled. "Zoren is our cousin."
"But the family registry says otherwise. Even if he doesn't mind it, everyone would see this as an opening. Or... did you forget about that as well?"
"Right." Belle raised her brows briefly, maintaining her poise despite having stood for quite some time now.
just a little delay on my end. my PC hangs