Chaos Runs in Our Blood ~ draco malfoy Enemies To Lovers

comically awful attempt

A chair held a little girl with stunningly white hair. Quietly, her father came up from behind, holding a hairbrush and a few hair bands. Since she was eight years old, the little girl had been pleading with her father to style her hair.

The young girl couldn't contain her laughter when her father surprised her from behind, causing her to burst into fits of giggles. He playfully tickled her, and a look of pure joy illuminated her face.

She skillfully evaded the tickle attack and began darting around the room, escaping the older man with black hair who was hot on her heels. The echoes of their laughter harmonized as he effortlessly picked her up and playfully slung her over his shoulder.

He carefully settled her back onto the seat, his face adorned with a constant smile. As they sat in silence, he tenderly brushed her hair. The young 11-year-old began to grow restless, and the man sensed her restlessness. He walked towards the remote and switched on the television, opting for a muggle TV.

As her father gently brushed her hair, he played her favorite show. The young girl giggled and happily sang along with the characters on the screen.

He attempted to create a charming look by weaving her hair into delicate braids that eventually transformed into two adorable pigtails. However, his efforts didn't quite go as planned. As he glanced at the slightly disheveled hairstyle, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He grabbed the hand mirror from the edge of the 2 and presented it to the little girl. Instantly, she erupted into fits of laughter, clearly amused by the comically awful attempt.

He carefully untied her hair and made another attempt, this time succeeding with a much-improved outcome.

The girl's face lit up with pure joy as she glanced at her hair. Overwhelmed with happiness, she couldn't contain her excitement and quickly got up from her seat to embrace her father in a tight hug. "I absolutely love it, thank you so much, father!" she exclaimed. Her father smiled warmly and replied, "You're welcome, Estella."

The sound of a knock on the door abruptly interrupted their togetherness, causing the father to swiftly leave and attend to the visitor.

The front door was graced by the presence of a towering elderly gentleman, sporting crescent moon glasses. His eyes sparkled with anticipation as he proudly held a yellowish envelope in his hands.

The young man gratefully accepted the envelope from his hands, taking care to handle it delicately, before expressing his gratitude and closing the door.

With a burst of energy, the little girl sprinted towards her father, catching up from behind. Her eyes widened with delight as she spotted the man standing by the door, and she couldn't contain her joy, letting out high-pitched squeals. Snatching the letter from her father's hand, she eagerly flipped it over, her gaze fixated on the elegant, curly handwriting that spelled out her name on the front.

𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖊.𝖘𝖓𝖆𝖕𝖊(𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗)
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗'𝖘

𝕾𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉

c𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍

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