Fuchsia: The gift would be not taking me.
*Fuchsia rolled his pale eyes, grumbling under his breath about how stupid this whole thing was and how he didn't give one flying f•ck about this wedding. When his eyes set on his daughter, it was obvious that he was annoyed, but open to what she had to say.
Fuchsia: You don't have anything to wear. None of your clothes from last year fit anymore and they're not fancy enough for a wedding anyway. And since this whole thing is at the last f*cking minute, we'd need to rush to get clothes, hair, makeup, gifts...
Jules: There's the old dresses at the mansion that she could use.
*Adam signaled for the teen to stay out of it, but Fuchsia had already heard the suggestion. His eyes narrowed sharply at the phone and Trenton smoothly intervened.
Trenton: There's no need to fret, Fuchsia. It's merely a few hours. And afterwards, you're welcome to do whatever you'd like, as you see fit.
*The brunet warily glanced between Seok and Pierce. If they really wanted to go...
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