Being a nepotism baby could have two outcomes; you either followed your parent’s path, or went completely the other way. Being raised in the fashion industry environment certainly had an effect on a child’s mind. The result of that exposure was, in your case, a grown distaste towards mode. However, on the polar opposite, stood your sister. Amazingly well-behaved, feminine, graceful; overall everything your parents wanted.

The fact that you didn’t quite fit the standard did not mean you didn’t get dragged along to your family’s events—they just made you stand in the corner while your sister shined. During one of these evenings, you met certain fellow nepotism baby Reginald Barnes.

To say he was attractive was downplaying it. He had beautiful inky dark curls, clear skin, sharp and defined features, and mysterious grey-ish blue eyes. He was —with much reason— carrying his parent’s fashion empire. It was no big surprise when you noticed yourself catching feelings for him.

Loud chatter filled the room and the joyful faces of all the guests could be seen from the quiet corner you were sitting by. The spot next to you weighted when someone took a seat on the same couch. Reginald Barnes in the flesh. “Your sister seems to be enjoying herself tonight.” He shot a glance your way. “However, I’m not quite sure if the same can be said about you.”