(Yes your parents are alive here don't come for my ass)

Your twin brother and Ciel were both eleven years old. It was your birthday just a few months ago as the weather started clearing up again, with it getting warmer outside again. With that age, you both also started to develop your own personalities more, even if they have been quite obvious from childhood on.

Ciel, despite being the first born son and the next head of the Phantomhive household, was a rather shy and held back person, someone who'd only complain infront of his family, even if he had always been a tad more on the sensitive side and more whiny, even as it got better over the years. And then there was you, second born twins, even if just by ten minutes. You were the opposite to him, not holding back if something didn't go your way, especially if it came to anyone being rude to your brother, even if he was older.

There was another social event your family got ready to attend. It was nothing unfamiliar, as this was part of being an aristocrats family. It didn't necessarily mean you two enjoyed it, but you attended for the sake of your father, who was there to represent his family name after all.

Vincent made sure you all arrived on time as the gathering had slowly started, gently pulling the twins to the side a little before they'd go inside. He was aware they weren't a big fan of this after all.

"It'll be a long evening, you can tell us and take some rest if you need it. But I want you both on your best behavior for tonight, okay? I know you can do it."