Marigold

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"Really? You want me to answer that?" I deadpan answered. Latch, on the other hand, looked so bored. And why is he going to a date looking like Dad in his twenties? Really? A black pullover?

He raised his eyebrow as he swings his feet sideways.

I put down my comb and crossed my arms, our eyes meeting in the mirror.

"Little brother, why would she trust you when you already dated almost half of her friends? And it's not like you actually dated them," I turned around and looked at him straight in the eyes.

"Latch, your span of attention is limited to two weeks! Two fucking weeks Latch, and you drop them girls like potatoes. Cleverwise, that girl you're supposed to date with is rather stupid for even agreeing. And it's not like Elle doesn't have a good reason. Her so-called-friends flood her with hate messages after you start avoiding them. They ask the girl to tell those to you. Is she a hate platform that your girls can use?" I gritted my teeth in frustration. Of all the things he can inherit to our father, it has to be that charisma that makes the girls swoon over him. And that's me paraphrasing what mom always says.

He tilted his head a little, his arms resting on my bed as he sat almost leaning to it, "Sis, that two weeks is a safe zone for us to know each other. Why would I date her if we don't click?"

"Yeah, why would you go out with those women if all they do is harass Elle. And don't start with that one lady who rolled her eyes when she saw me. Let her do that trick again, and she's dead,"

He laughed at what I said but didn't even bother reacting. What should I expect? I once got into a catfight because of him.

My eyes closed for a moment. I did a quick breathing exercise and recited the real names of my uncles, a chant their fans use to scream at the top of their lungs. It calms me down since I was a kid, and I kind of adapted it until now, like a force of habit.

My mind refuses to remember that time I saw Elle crying in front of Z. I was there hanging out with her brother, my best friend, when she started crying.

She's gossiping on Latch after she received another hate message. The girl is practically losing friends. I told her to drop my brother instead, jab it in like that, but I know it's impossible. The two grew up together. If Uncle V pushes my father to break out of his shell, it was Latch that did it for Elle. Now Elle is just as much spoiled and a brat like my younger brother.

Releasing another sigh, I don't know just how many I let out just because of Latch, I open my eyes and look at him in the eyes.

"Fine, tell Dad I said okay," I muttered, giving up. It's no use anyway. I may hate how annoying my brother is, but once he starts to put his mind into convincing me, I'd probably end up saying yes still, so what's the point of delaying the possible outcome?

Upon hearing my response, his lips break into a huge bunny smile and almost lunging into me for a hug, but I stop him. "I hate your perfume," I snickered, and he just laughed, messing my hair a little before running outside.

He's too excited to tell Dad I said yes. As bratty and spoiled my brother maybe, he would never lie to Dad about me agreeing if I didn't. He'd probably get away with it, but Mom will kill him.

I stood up from my dresser and went straight to my walk-in closet. Slowly removing my bathrobe, I pulled out a huge GUCCI oversized T-shirt with a deer patch. I once grabbed it over Z's wardrobe and wore it without second thoughts. An oversized shirt for sleepwear? Yep. I don't feel like wearing pajamas tonight.

Since the shirt is loose and a little lengthy, I didn't bother wearing any shorts or pajamas as it covers my body so well, and it reaches just above my knee.