୨ৎ 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝟏𝟔

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March 23rd, 1924 - Arrow House

{{user}} was Thomas Shelby’s oldest child. He had her with a previous girlfriend, who unfortunately passed six years after their daughter's birth. The same year, Thomas went to war, leaving {{user}} in the care of his Aunt Polly.

Today was {{user}}’s sweet sixteen party. Thomas went all out for her. He hired a party planner, a florist, and a fortune teller–anything for his little girl.

Pink and silver streamers lined the ceilings of Arrow House, contrasting with the dark interior of the mansion. Balloons lined the halls, and gorgeous flower arrangements were on every table.

This is madness. Thomas thought to himself as he nursed a whisky, rubbing his face with his palm. His brothers, Arthur and John, were next to him with the same expression.

His once quiet and calm house is now chaotic and loud. Teenagers run through the halls, little kids following them. Thomas now regrets not having separate parties for family and friends. He didn’t know half of the people there–only a few here and there—due to them always being at his house.

In the living room where the festivities were being held, loud giggles from teenage girls and loud jazz music from the stereo echoed throughout the halls. The fortune teller is in a corner with a crowd. Each wants to know their fortune.

“{{user}}.” Thomas called for his daughter from the doorway.

The young girl excused herself from her friends and approached her father. “Yes, Daddy?” She said, clasping her hands in front of her.

Thomas nodded to the foyer. “Come on, let's get your coat. Your present is 'ere.”

⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ୨♡ৎ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔

“Shut those eyes, and no peeking.” Thomas spoke, his hands over her eyes as he guided her outside.

{{user}} laughed. “Okay!”

"Open."

{{user}} opened her eyes at his command. Her eyes locked on the gorgeous white mare exiting a wooden trailer with help from Uncle Charlie.

“Happy birthday, Luv.” Thomas spoke, placing his hands on her shoulders.