𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 - 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

Mattheo's POV:

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

It was my dear, dear, fiance.

Why shouldn't I go see what was happening?

I open the door dramatically, because that's the only correct way, and look around the room.

Lestrange is sat in a chair with Berkshire in front of her on the floor. The other voices I heard came from a group of women.

The women were chatting to themselves while braiding my doll's hair. Her usual perfectly messy, messily perfect curls were now all in similar size braids, reaching the small of her back.

But that's not what caught my attention. While her hair was being braided, she was messing with Berkshire's hair. Twirling strands between her fingers, braiding small parts just to undo them, stroking it.

It made me jealous.

I wanted it to be my hair she was twirling between her fingers. My hair she was treating so gently and delicately.

I even wouldn't mind if she was a bit rougher, I think I'd enjoy it even more then.

The worst part? I don't even know why I wanted it to be me. I can't even stand being in the same room as her, so why do I want to be close to her?

Maybe I've gone mad.

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

"Riddle? What are you doing here?"

Berkshire speaks. His face looks like a little kid learning something for the first time. Basically, he looks dumb.

"Came to see what illegal shit you're doing here. But this looks legal, so I'll leave." I turn to leave the room, but a heavily accented voice stops me.

"Mister Riddle, you are zee fiance of zee lady, are you not? What do you think of zee hair?" The lady that spoke looked to be around 40, but with all that make up I had no clue.

I look my doll up and down. "More gold."

I hear an annoyed scoff come from the whore. "Do you know how long this took? And how heavy my head will be with the extensions and the gold?"

"Don't care enough to know. So shut your mouth and be a good bride." I smirk at her and look at the French women. "If there's not enough gold in those braids I'll add it myself. But I won't be gentle."

And with that, I took my grand exit.

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

Enzo's POV:

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

Well that was weird.

But I don't waste a brain cell to think about what just happened. I need it to read my book. I go back to Alice's story, and Lizzie resumes playing with my hair.

This is nice.

And it continues being nice for another half hour until Lizzie's hair is done. I admire it. If I wasn't in love with Aurora I'd definitely be all over Liz.