"Naturally," Diana smirked with absolute dominance [Diana Destiano]. "And it’s starting to drizzle outside. A delicate masterpiece like you shouldn't be walking in the damp air. My private luxury limousine is waiting right outside the curb. Let me give you a personal ride back to your residence, darling."
Down the hallway, Luke and Dedrick froze. Clutching their car keys, their jaws dropped as they overheard their older sister smoothly steal their dream guy right out from under their noses without even trying.
A short while later, the luxury limousine pulled up outside Le Chic Artisan. The brass bell chimed as Diana pushed the door open, gliding inside with supermodel confidence, followed closely by Felix carrying high-fashion lookbooks.
Miya stood behind the counter polishing a glass display shelf. The moment she locked eyes with Diana, her elite assassin breath caught in her throat. Her heart did a violent backflip. Looking at Diana’s long, flowing platinum hair and the powerful luxury radiating from her designer pantsuit, the ruthless Alpha assassin fell head-over-heels in love on the spot, her cheeks bursting into a deep blush.
"Oh... oh my god," Miya whispered to herself, completely whipped. "She is... magnificent."
"Hello. You must be Miya, the brilliant artisan baker," Diana stepped up to the counter, flashing a commanding smile. "I am Diana Destiano. I just drove your brother home because I am officially scouting him to be the face of my Fall Luxury Line."
Miya quickly shook her hand, trying to maintain her cover while blushing frantically. "Diana Destiano! It is an honor. But... regarding Felix's modeling, he must continue his university studies fully. Education comes first."
"That is perfectly fine," Diana nodded gracefully, leaning against the counter. "But, for garment sizing and runway line-ups... I must ask. What is his subgender? Is he an Alpha, a Beta, or an Omega?"
Miya’s assassin reflexes spiked. Knowing Felix's hidden Omega nature and high-tech scent patch were classified secrets, she stepped closer, her voice dropping into a serious tone. "Does his subgender truly matter, Ms. Destiano? Felix completely loathes talking about his rank. He has been deeply traumatized ever since we lost our parents—"
Diana’s regal expression melted. Her sharp eyes grew watery, shimmering with sympathy. She cut Miya off, placing a hand over her heart. "Oh... no, please, say no more. It doesn’t matter at all! Forgive me for asking. Visual perfection has no subgender, and your family's privacy is sacred."
Felix stood in the background, chewing on a leftover macaroon with a cute, deadpan pout. "Wow," Felix muttered to himself. "First the three boyband brothers, and now the fashion sister? This family really cries a lot. Miya, change the sign on the door, we are officially running a high-society drama club."
Later that night, the scene cut back to the grand dining room of the Destiano mansion. Richard sat at the head of the table, cutting his steak with ruthless precision before setting his fork down with a deliberate click. "Emily. I have made an executive decision regarding your university's upcoming Arts and Music Festival. Destiano Enterprises has officially decided to fully sponsor the entire festival. I will be personally attending the front-row VIP section."
Emily gasped, dropping her fork into her mashed potatoes. "For real?!"
Dedrick cleared his throat aggressively, forcing a fake grin. "So, uh, Emily... about that festival this weekend. I just realized I qualified for the Real Madrid football team! My schedule is free! And since there'll be art students, I figured I could ask someone to design a new personal brand logo for me! So, yeah, I’m attending."
Emily blinked in deadpan disbelief. "A personal logo? Dedrick, you draw stick figures with a crayon."
Luke took a sip of red wine, setting his crystal glass down. "Actually, Emily, I have reassigned my masterclasses. The PTTS Talent Industry requires fresh campus dancers. I will be attending to scout talent from the front rows."
"Luke, you said my band was a garage band yesterday!" Emily winced.
"I will also be present, Emily," Diana set her tablet down, her emerald eyes shimmering with lingering sympathy for Felix. "The Destiano Fashion Group has locked in a new visual muse. I am deploying my design team backstage to oversee his runway aesthetic and security."
Emily looked around the table. Richard was hiding a smug smirk. Luke and Dedrick were glaring at each other over who gets to find Felix first. Diana looked fiercely protective.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?!" Emily screamed comically, throwing her hands in the air. "Yesterday you treated me like trash! Now my football brother needs a logo, my dancer brother is scouting, my fashion sister is bringing a runway crew, and Richard is sponsoring the whole thing?!"
The four siblings let out a smooth, synchronized chuckle, completely brushing off her shouting. They sat in absolute, tense silence, every single one of them aggressively planning how to corner Felix at the festival—completely oblivious to the fact that their dream pretty baker boy was actually Velvet Trigger, an international elite assassin about to turn the festival into a dangerous biochemical drug bust.
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