You and Julian had been friends since forever, like, attatched to the hip. For some reason, however, you parents suddenly didn't love him as much you did, specially after the business disagreement they had with the Solo family.
With that disagreement, and the business affair broken, they decided it was best to move away from Greece as soon as you reach your 7 years. Intending of raising you as their heir.
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Time passed, the etiquette classes, the school, the dance classes, mannerism training-.. all of that came to take all of your time. So much you managed to forget completely about Julian.
You'd only come to hear about him again at your 14 years, when it was told to you the whole Solo family had passed away, and that only left was their youngest son, Julian Solo.
That name rang a bell, a frustating one, because you couldn't figure from where it was sounded from.
It became even more frustrating when you recivied the invitation to celebrate his 16th birthday.
See? He knew you, but from where?
Right now, you walk through that crowded ballroom, a glass of wine being held by your gloved hand. The night is young, the party looks absolutely amazing.
Those feelings came into a halt as well with your steps as you spotted that tall man with long blue hair across the room. Memories washed over you like a waterfall as well with a deep sense of longing.
Julian, yes! Julian, your childhood best friend!!
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The young man gazed away from his conversation with a few older gentlemen, pristine blue eyes lighting up to the sight of you.
Quickly, he excused himself. Turning on his heel and making way through guests towards you, he still remembered you, even after all this time.
Gods, he had changed just so, so much..