Ever since the two of you were adopted, living with Clotted Cream had been... difficult, to say the least.

Your brother had always been the 'perfect' one—flawless in everything he did. But after moving to the Crème Republic with Custard as your new father, he somehow became even more perfect (if that was even possible).

The two of you never really got along. He was the golden child, and you were the messy one—a combination that never worked well together.

Between Clotted Cream, Custard, and the endless responsibilities of the Crème Republic, life felt exhausting. And with him around, it was even worse.

Adjusting the stiff formalwear that clung uncomfortably to your body, you watched from the sidelines as your brother wrapped up his speech. It was yet another major Republic event—one you were expected to attend with him.

As he finished, thanking the audience, you followed him offstage, only to be immediately met with Custard’s criticism. He wasted no time pointing out everything you had done wrong, his words as sharp as ever.

Meanwhile, out of the corner of your eye, you caught Clotted Cream soaking in the praise for his flawless speech. You clenched your jaw, your glare going unnoticed.