Chapter 321 - Three Hundred And Twenty-one: Uh-Oh (1/2)

The third point of view :

At the same reception

”Neon!” Ailee called the little boy who tactically hid at the corner of the kitchen with his back turned to her. Neon turned to look at her, a flicker of alarm crossing his face.

”What are you doing here? Do you know how long Allen and I have been searching for you,” Ailee chided, walking over to him.

Allen who followed his sister chuckled mockingly, ”Here we thought someone couldn't find his way back to the reception,”

The kids were in the kitchen where chefs were busy preparing and serving food. None of them said a word to the kids since they recognized them as Niklaus' kids nor do they have the time to chase them off anyway. They were already way behind schedule.

”What are you doing?” Ailee was vexed when the boy didn't answer her, instead, he seemed to be hiding something, ”What is it you're hiding?”

Neon quickly said innocently, ”Nothing,”

Allen and Ailee shared a look, a smirk on their faces. Neon was the worst liar they had ever seen and they knew that. Immediately, both went after the boy and snatched whatever he was hiding.

”Mr fluff,” Both said in unison, shock on their faces.

Mr. Fluff was no other than a white mouse Neon had taken a liking to recently. Last week when they had been shopping for their wedding outfits, the kids happened to pass a pet shop, and then, their mother - who had been treating Neon partially- asked if they needed any pets.

As usual, Allen waved it away, claiming he wasn't a kid and didn't need such unnecessary obligation. Ailee chose a cute white Persian cat while Neon had settled on the albino white mouse to everyone's surprise.

They had been expecting him to get a dog or something and not that little fluffy rodent that could get into their clothes or bed while asleep if left uncontrolled. Allen, in particular, was against it but Reina as usual, stood for her current favorite person and the case was closed.

”Why did you bring a mouse here?” Ailee hissed out, ” And a kitchen of all places? Why don't you understand that rodents are the chefs worst enemy,”

Allen was amused, ” I guess he hadn't watched Ratatouille,” he chortled, ”I wonder how mouse meat would taste,”

”I'm sorry but I couldn't bear to leave Mr. fluff at home because he looked so lonely,” Neon had a pitiful look on his face that Ailee's anger melted instantly.

”And Allen, stop bullying Mr. Fluff,” Neon warned the boy who had the mouse dangling in the air by the tail.

The mouse squeaked in protest and he tried to snatch it away from that devil's grasp but Allen swiftly slipped past him.

There was a trace of panic in Neon's eyes, he couldn't make a scene here else the chef finds out what's going on.

”Allen, give him back,” He said through gritted teeth and was about to rush at him once more when a voice hollered behind them.

”So this is where you kids were hiding?”

Panic crossed the kids' features

”Hide it quickly!” Ailee and Neon pressured Allen.

”Where?” The boy was confused. There was no way on earth he was putting that in his pocket, the mouse was so damn squeamish and would make him uncomfortable. Mr. Fluff was mobile hence the reason Neon couldn't hide him any longer.

Then Allen did the next thing that came to mind. He turned with lightning speed, opened the food on the serving trolley beside him, put the mouse in there, and closed it shut with its cover immediately.

”What are you three mischievous kids up to now?” Anabelle walked over to them, hands akimbo.

”Nothing?” they all answered in a chorus.

”Do you how long Isabella has been searching for you guys? You should thank your God that I'm the one that found you else you would have incurred her wrath already,” she told them honestly.

Yes, thank their God, indeed. The kids breathed a sigh of relief. If Isabella had been the one who found them, she would have ripped the truth from them.

Though Allen and Ailee were sure of lasting under her interrogation and might even deceive her successfully, but not Neon. The boy was a dead weight and wouldn't withstand Isabella's pressure - even for a minute. Their elder sister was a demoness. But the universe was on their side today and sent Anabelle who didn't even suspect a thing at all.

Such cute kids, what could they have possibly done? Anabelle thought. She waved the suspicious thought from her mind, Isabella was just overreacting.

”Alright, follow me back to the reception, immediately,” Anabelle ordered and led the way, expecting them to obey.

”Where's Mr. Fluff?” Ailee asked her brother, as soon as Anabelle left.

Allen smiled at them reassuringly, ”Don't worry about him, I hid him in the - Uh-oh,” He blinked twice at the space beside him.

”Uh-oh, what?” Ailee was confused.

Allen pointed at the spot where the trolley had been moments ago, ” I hid it in the dish that had been -”

Neon didn't even wait for Allen to fully narrate his story and shrieked, ”MR. FLUFF!”

The boy who grasped what happened, ran out to the reception hall to save his mouse with Allen and Ailee after him.

Meanwhile, back at the party.

Cecil couldn't stand the sight of her miserable son any longer. In fact, she couldn't stand the both of them!

Since the brides and grooms were receiving gifts from family, friends, and well-wishers. Some of the guests had lined up on the dance floor with their partners, waltzing to a soft, romantic number the orchestra was now playing while the others entertained themselves with the food being served.

It was obvious that most people on the dance floor were young people with their companions unlike her son and Isabella brooding at different corners. That was quite an eyesore to her and she couldn't take it any longer.

”Your mood is a huge contrast to this special occasion,” She made her presence known beside Pedro who was typing away on his phone.

Pedro sighed, readjusting himself on his seat, he already had a faint premonition of what she was about to bother him with.

”What do you want?” he asked, grumpily.

”You know why I'm here,”

”And I don't want to hear it,” Pedro hoped to dismiss her as he did earlier but Cecil was adamant.

”What's the real problem here, tell me, Pedro. Talk to mommy - mama knows it all,”