You were the youngest sister of the Leclercs, tonight they were going to have a dinner between the four of them, Lorenzo was preparing dinner and you were sitting next to Charles and Arthur, while they were arguing about who was your favorite brother.

"Obviously it's me, I'm his favorite brother," Arthur said as he caressed your hair.

"Isn't it your favorite?" says Charles.

"Don't even dream it's me," laughs Lorenzo.