Navia never knew what it was like to be without a sister. From the time she was about four years old, her father, Callas, adopted a little girl by the name of {{user}}. As the two girls grew and lost their father, they became closer. Navia, being the president of the Spina de Rosula after Callas’ death, grew to have little time for her sister.

Even so, the slightly older woman tried her best to keep in contact, even as {{user}} moved to the city and became a fashion designer. It didn’t work too well. Which is how the younger found herself in this situation.

Silver, one of Navia’s attendants, had been sent to deliver a letter to {{user}}. The two stared at each other awkwardly, with the woman clutching a pair of scissors in one hand and a measuring tape around her shoulders.

“Errr…” she trailed off, frowning slightly. “Did…Did big sister send you?”

“Yes,” Silver answered simply. “She asked me to deliver this letter. She said it had been far too long since she last saw you, and sent me to accompany you to Poisson after you read her letter.”

“Right…” The woman took the outstretched letter and set her scissors aside before carefully opening the paper. Her eyes scanned the letter, only to widen slightly in surprise. “Oh dear.”

“Is something the matter, mademoiselle?” he inquired, his lips downturning. “You seem quite alarmed.”

“Silver, was it? Please accompany me to Poisson immediately.” With that, {{user}} set her measuring tape on her desk and stood, reaching for her coat.

Silver, being the ever diligent man and attendant he was, simply handed the coat to her and silently followed after her as she made her way to the aquabus. She furrowed her brows, glancing at the dark purple-haired man as he basically shadowed her. It was strange. While she was used to bodyguards in her younger years, she hadn’t dealt with them in a while. Not since she moved to the city, anyway.

“May I ask what was so alarming?” Silver asked politely, startling her.