Chapter 648 - Six Hundred And Forty-Eight: What Was Happening To Her (1/2)

Ailee's point of view:

”One thousand what, my dear?” Niklaus was in a state of utter disbelief. How could this be?

”One thousand dollars, father,” Ella said this time. Of course, she would always support her sister.

”Why that much amount though? The makeup session was just for ten minutes,” Niklaus carefully asked.

”Because,” Elsa as expected took it upon herself to explain, ”The materials used are topnotch, so it's the highest quality there is - mother can confirm that,”

”Of course mother can confirm that because it's her makeup kit,” I wanted to say but kept my mind shut. This was between Niklaus and his kids.

”Moreover, you said we are the best makeup artists the world has ever seen and that includes, of course, the best payment,” She explained proudly.

I shook my head, Elsa would make a good businesswoman in the future, she was shrewd. But then, Niklaus was in a dilemma, he dug his own pit by overestimating his kid's capability and now, he was paying for that.

Moreover, one thousand dollars was nothing to Niklaus, he could spend thousands of that without flinching. So a deal was a deal, backing out now would seem cowardly.

”Fine,” Niklaus finally agreed to their terms and our jaws almost dropped to the ground. At that moment, Allen and I had the same thought in mind. Even as kids, we never swindled him of that amount. It was simply ridiculous. How could that be?! Our own great legacy was being threatened by our siblings. No, we couldn't let that be.

However, before we could protest, our mother Reina came into the living room, a look of shock on her face.

”What the hell is going on here?” She was dumbfounded, her gaze moving from the ridiculously looking Niklaus to her makeup kit and back to the triplets who now had an innocent expression plastered on their faces.

”Hi honey,” Niklaus said, fluffing his wig and posed.

”Oh boy,” I muffled my laughter. Here we go. This would go into the chronicles of the Spencer Family. I should really start writing that book.

”What is my make-up kit doing here? And who even took that wig from my closet?!” Reina asked sternly, hands on her hips.

Without even blinking an eye, Elsa and Ella pointed to their brother Diego who blinked at their mother innocently, ”Did I?”

Reina sighed, rubbing her temples. I bet the kids must be driving her crazy - she wasn't the only one who felt that way. At school, there were endless reports about them and their mischief. As I said, their activities were beginning to topple over our legacy - nobody hardly remembers our pranks now.