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 fâ˘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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